the bagger and the faithful dog

Hastily moving thy eyelids. Finally getting up from eternal slumber. The sun roasts as hot as a oven makes a pie crusty. It was time to get up to lay waste but getting up was to hard. The grass was 10 feet away it nearly took forever with my legs that moved slower than a snails fastest speed. Once done it had been time to sit down and enjoy slumbering once more. The sun sank and thy bed layed to be comfortable. Soon it was time to eat and ignore the child that threw the ball. I wasn't a good dog i was a lazy dog it was once more slumbering time.