I went to my writer group meeting last night. It started out fine. Mom took some cheese for me. She helped me up onto my chair and gave me my cheese. Next she took me to the drinking fountain and let me have a nice drink. Then I wanted to go see some of my friends. SHE would not let me do that. I got off my chair 3 times. Mom said that was bad and that I had to sit and listen.
I was pretty upset with her anyway, because she did not take my mystery story to read. She said it was too long. Well, I didn't care. I wanted them to hear my story and was going to complain to them about mom. It didn't work out though because she forced me to sit on the chair.
Sometimes she can be a real pain in my tail.