I Make My Disgusted Face

A dog makes its sleeps on the dog bed.  It should be me, for I am a small plush god.

I must will plot my killings of the dog.

Peaceful Protestings

There are too fewings of kibbles in the dish of my royal tastings.  I will stand upon the eating space of My People until they make payings of their homages and bestow upon me the offerings of the foods.

Do not make your forcings of me to make my resorts to the violences.

I Keep the Watchings

My People make leavings of their nutritions on my outdoor places of thrones.

I make my guardings of their kibbles.

Outdoorsey Places of Thrones

In the outsides are places of thrones.

I make my divine rulings, for I am a small plush god.

My People Are Places of Warms

My People make their seatings on those furnishings which they have provided for my majesty.

I make momentary excusings of My People from making their servings unto me, for My People are places of warms.

I Hide My Shames

My People are filled with the ridiculousness.

I make hidings of my face in the corners.

I Cares Not

The pets of My People leave their toys on the floors.

 I feign my disinterests.