Some days I have more on my mind than others.  Today, I thought a lot about Asiago-Pesto bread from Great Harvest.  Mmmm, cheese bread.  When I was out walking with my pack today (Yeah!  The boss ma'am is on vacation.), I got to thinking about how sometimes things don't work out quite how you imagine.  I'm a big thinker, but sometimes my mind wanders a little bit...

Steve Austin and Jamie Summers made it seem like having bionic parts was the way to go.   If you know me and my history, you know that I had my second knee surgery back in February of last year.  My first was April of 2003.  Once I had both of my knees altered, I had these grand illusions of being able to jump over houses and stuff.  Let me just tell you, it is not like on TV.   Sure, my knees are as good as they were when I was a pup, I can even jump up on the bosses bed which is probably a good 30 inches high (over twice my height), but I can't even make it over a fence.    There isn't even any chich, chich, chich noises when I run.  Sometimes I do get a click, click click going up the stairs though.  Hmm...

After a while, I came to think that despite all of my health problems, I am really a very fortunate dog.  On my six month birthday, I was adopted by my pack.  Sometimes I take them for granted.  I think that sometimes they take me for granted too.  That's life.  But when it comes right down to it, I know that they love me.  And we take care of each other.  Every time I have had a problem, they took me to the doctor.  I know that not all dogs are as fortunate.  Now that I have cancer, I know I can count on my pack to do whatever they can to help me feel better.  All dogs should be as lucky as me.

Peace out,

Little Bit