A tale of two dogs

So I was fooling around in my word processor, trying to come up with an idea for a story. I wanted something fun, and not really like my usuall works. I glanced over at Bear, my sweet little Rotty, and had a bit of inspiration. Its a day in the life of my two dogs, as if written by my Beagle (I struggled with Bear as the main character but decided she was too dopey to write a story) Heres a little bit:

6:59am


There's light outside, now. I have to pee, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever eat again. I'm sure it's been weeks since the last time we had a meal. Weeks! Bear's awake, but the silly monster is lying on her back, a dazed expression on her face. She's drooling a little bit, too. It must be almost time to-

The bedroom just opened! My sister beats me to our door only by a tail -and a stub of a tail at that. Her tail is at it again, but then mine is a little out of my control too. I don't care; I'm nearly positive that its breakfast time! We hear the bathroom, and mom talking to the cats. The felines are crowded outside our door; they get fed in here, while we go downstairs to eat. Humans have the strangest ideas about these things.

Our door opens, and ohmygodtheresmommy!