♪♫ Oh, how I love boss ma'am.
Oh, how I love bo oss ma'am.
Oh, how I love boss ma'am.
She means so much to me!  ♪♫

That is a rough translation (from dog, of course, into English) of the song I sing to myself every day.  Sometimes I sing it out loud (after all, I DO have a beautiful voice), but mostly it is just a song that is in my heart.

I know I have said it before, but here it is again.  I am a very lucky dog to have my pack.  Some dogs only have a boss man or a boss ma'am.  Having both is definitely for the best. 

I know she is my boss ma'am, but I'll let you in on a little secret, I think of her as my pet.  I love to play with her and snuggle up with her.  Sometimes I even sleep next to her on the bed!  Over night snuggling is very nice, especially when it is cold outside.  One of my favorite things that we do together is play charades.  I will act something out (like sit pretty) and she gets to guess what I'm doing.  When she gets it right, then I get a treat. 

Sometimes we just like to relax together.  Other times we like to take walks and hikes together.

We always like to share cool treats like popsicles.

Another reason that I love my boss ma'am so much is because she is always looking out for me.  She always thinks about what is best for the Bit.  She also keeps in mind what Little Bit likes.  For instance, just yesterday, she requested waffles for breakfast.  As we all know, waffles are my most favoritest food of ALL TIME.  And she requested them just because I wanted some.  Oh how I loves boss ma'am!

Well, as much as I could talk about the boss ma'am all day, I thought I should mention that I'm going to see the veterinary oncologist on Thursday.  The bosses were concerned that my last bump wasn't going away and with this being my first week off of chemo, they didn't want to take any chances.  (Another way they are looking out for me.)  I'll be keeping my dewclaws crosses that everything is okay from her perspective (Dr. Harris for the record).  If I need to change my chemotherapy protocol to something more aggressive then I might start feeling worse for a while.  If it helps me to kill off the lymphoma so that I can live until the end of the world (12/21/12 or so I hear), then I'll be a happy dog indeed.  The boss ma'am will probably need my help more than ever on that day.

Well, I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit