Now,
I'm a dog and dogs don't lie. I've had some bad days in the last month or
so. Fighting of the evil that is Lymphoma is hard work. Die cancer.
Die! Of course I wish I didn't have to go through all of this. It is
not like I enjoy going to the Vet's office every week. Being
hungry ALL OF THE TIME isn't any picnic either. Ohh, maybe I should have a
picnic! Well, okay, maybe I'm
always looking for a little something-something even without the prednisone.
But still, chemotherapy is a drag. I wouldn't wish cancer on any dog.
All that said, I have had a few extra perks lately. It made me think that I could probably come up with a list. Sort of a "You know you are" list.
Here goes...
... your name is Lyle. (He, he, he. I couldn't resist!)
... you get to sleep on the bosses bed at night.
... you have a "dog closet" full of toys and treats.
... you have at least five water bowls spread around the house.
... you have at least three pillows, two dog beds, a kennel and a heating pad on top of a bed to choose between with you want to lay down.
...the boss man will sit on the floor because the dogs take up all of the room on the couch.
...you have a designated rawhide day. (Cow skin with the pig skin, baby!)
...you get a walk just about every day of your life.
...you can share Pop Tarts with the boss man or popsicles with the boss ma'am.
...the bosses plan their vacations to that you can come along.
...you get carried up and down the stairs.
...the bosses have over 1200 pictures of you stored on their computer.
All in all, I know that Lyle and I have it pretty good.
Have a barking good day!
Little Bit