Good morning, World!

It would have been a good morning to stay snuggled in bed.  Once again, it's colder than a puppy's nose outside.  I keep barking for Spring to come soon, but I'm still waiting.  And barking.  Anyway, what got me out of my nice warm bed this morning was this terribly empty feeling inside.  Turns out it was my tum and I was hungry.  Well, after some peanut butter with my pills, a carrot, a bran flake, a raisin, and some banana, I'm feeling a bit better.  I've finally got the boss ma'am pretty well trained with my breakfast, although she's still a little slow with the delivery.

Actually, it's not the boss ma'am I wanted to talk about today.  He'd be a little embarrassed to hear me say it, but it's the boss man I love most.  He's the peanut butter that holds our little sandwich together.  (For the record, I'm the jam--the tasty, sweet, wonderful part--mmm, jam.)  The boss man is the guy that gets it done.  Every day, rain or shine (even on darn cold days like today), he takes me out to smell all the smells around the neighborhood and lets me check my P-mail.  Some days I get a lot of messages and I have to leave a lot of updates, and that takes a while. He is very patient.  He understands that the other dogs in the neighborhood need to know when Puddles has been by, for example. 

We never miss a vet appointment or a dose of medicine, and trust me, that's not my doing.  The boss sees to it that all those things happen.  I don't always like it, but he says it's for the best and I believe him.  Like this Cincinnati trip.  I'm not too excited about it.  I don't really like car rides, and I don't really care to meet another vet.  But he says it's for the best, so I know that must be true.  I want him to be happy, 'cause you know what they say, "if the peanut butter ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."  Or something like that.

Well, now I'm hungry again.  I'll bark at you again soon.

Little Bit