I'm too sexy for my whiskers.

I'm too sexy for my tongue.

I'm too sexy for my foot.

I'm too sexy...

So I'm obviously feeling pretty good today.  It was almost 70^o here today and the sun came out.  What a great combination!  It just doesn't get any better than that in middle January here in the bluegrass state.

I know that I'm a beautiful dog.  All dogs know that about themselves.  We do not suffer from image problems that people sometimes do.  That said, my lucky seven is my finest feature.  Not only is it stunning (no really), but rubbing it actually brings people luck.  My boss ma'am used to rub it before her call days.  On the days when she was supposed to work late, she would do the seven times seven on the lucky seven.  Forty-nine smooches on lucky seven, baby.  She has what they call a "white cloud" at work and I'm certain that is because of me.  The few bad days she's had were because she forgot to gather her luck.  I'll fill you in on a little secret though, one smooch would have been enough!  Once you are lucky, you are lucky-it isn't something that comes in degrees.  Of course, I played along because I enjoyed the other forty-eight! 

It is widely believed that my ears are lucky too.  If you gently rub them between your thumb (or dewclaw if you are a dog) and finger, you can also get luck.  This isn't quite as reliable, but it is better than nothing. 

Since my diagnosis, the bosses have stopped taking advantage of my lucky seven.  They are afraid that they have taken too much of my luck already and that I need it more.  It doesn't work that way though.  I think the lucky seven is there for me to share, not something I'm supposed to use for myself.  Superman wouldn't use his powers for his own gain, would he?   

Well, I off to take a nap.  Important dog work you know...

Little Bit