First
off, just let me say, this is a picture of me and my boss ma'am. I love
her very much!
Second, a quick question for the boss man, why the heck did you put me up on the bathroom counter and take my picture??? What were you thinking? Oh wait, scratch that. Boss man, can I go up on the counter again and have my picture made for another tasty Naw'Some? (We southern dogs have our picture made not taken.)
Finally, I have this to bark. I think Filipi (or Smelly Belly if you know her by that name) is going to work out after all. This morning she was patrolling the back yard while I was inside enjoying a spot of breakfast. (Mmmm, banana. Mmmm, baby carrots. Mmmm, biscuits. Mmmm, cereal.) Well, guess who should just happen to walk past my backyard.
No really, guess.
For all of you that guessed Pudding, give yourselves a pat on the back!
Anyway, she has the nerve to walk by my backyard but only I'm too busy to notice because I'm eating breakfast and reading the Sunday morning paper. Who knows what Lyle was up to, but either way, he has a spotty record at best when it comes to these things.
Well, as I was saying, Filipi was on patrol. And boy o boy, did she sound the alarm. My heart swelled with pride. These last few weeks of training have paid off! Not only did she protect me from the ever present threat of the D.A.W.G. Pound, but she didn't even get any of my breakfast! What more could a little dog like me hope for?!?
So here's to you Filipi, dog (#2) of the hour!
I'll bark at you later.