After dinner, Kisa and I were playing with the ball and it rolled under TV tray. When I tried to recover it, the tray attacked me! I tried to get away, but it chased me all the way across the room, its claws on my collar and it wouldn’t let go. I wrestled and ran and ran and wrestled until Dad finally caught up with us and helped me get away.

It was a very close call and I was so scared. After all, I am still a puppy and that tray was huge. Bad tray!