Arthur I in About my hooman

You know what’s funny? My hooman figured out quickly that it was me taking her out for a walk and not viceversa. She asks me in her sweet voice: “Can you take me (out)?”, and I go completely nuts, seriously girl, it shouldn’t take you so long to get into the car, it’s frustrating!
Anyways, when we are out walking we are the perfect match and the best part is that I don’t need a leash. I’ve been around many times and I sure know how to keep a straight path and how to keep my hooman close.
She starts working past noon, so nowadays she has plenty of time to go to the park with me almost everyday; I feel like the luckiest dog ever, but she insists on telling me that she’s the lucky one and whenever we get home, she hugs me and thanks me for having chosen her.
She met a guy a few weeks ago and even though I barked and barked, she didn’t get the message. No one in this house likes your man, so you shouldn’t invite him over anymore. C’mon miss, forget about him and let’s go out instead.
I don’t remember the role he’s supposed to play, but it’s pretty annoying to see him touching MY hooman. Yesterday she didn’t allow me on the bed with them; that has never happened before, that’s why I know this is huge; wait… The picture is becoming clearer now. Of course, he’s Arthur. Fasten your seatbelt hooman.