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You're Fired!Okay, okay.  I was warned.

I should have listened.

But I'm such an optimist.  It is just my nature to expect the best.

Filipi (fill-eep-ā), arrived yesterday without any problems.  Lyle and I barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked while she got familiar with our backyard before we were allowed out to meet and greet her one at a time. 

Right off the bat I knew that she had misrepresented herself.  She might have some lab in her, but she is just as much a mutt as Lyle and I are.  We think maybe if her fur hadn't been clipped, she would look like a brown golden retriever.  Still, she is bigger than me and I thought she might do nicely.

Well, let me just say.  Even for being 70 years old, I'd have expected a little more spunk.  It seems that her hobbies include:  Sleeping.  Eating.  Sleeping.  Taking short walks.  Sound like anyone you know?

Well anyway, I thought I'd try her out for the day.  Well, let me tell you, Filipi and I have way too much in common to have a good working relationship.  Plus, this afternoon, she TALKED BACK to me.  Can you believe it?!?  I know I couldn't.

The bosses say that she is actually very sweet and we will all get along just fine once we get to know each other a little better.  I say, what EVER.  At least she hasn't tried to take any of my treats away from me.

Little Bit who?Well, I'll keep you posted.  For now, I'm thinking maybe I should just skip this whole bodyguard thing and go back into disguise.  If you see a 25 pound Great Dane, you just never know, it might be Little Bit incognito.

Peace, out.

Little Bit