AWRIGHT NOW, IT'S TIME TO GET DOWN TO SERIOUS CONVERSATION.
JUST SIT BACK WHILE I EDUCATE YOU ON THE WAYS OF A DOG'S LIFE.
My Mommies keep telling me how lucky I am, and what a great life I have. REALLY????? I get to eat WHEN THEY FEED ME; I get water when they remember to fill my dish; when they want me to go with them they get somebody to come and physically throw me in the car, without asking if I want to go; they leave me alone for hours without knowing if I feel ok when they go out and they leave me a few biscuits and some dry food, (what if their gone for days???). If that's luck, what the heck is a bad life? Well, I suppose it's not so bad. I have a warm home, all the goodies I want and then some, a nice soft thick pad to sleep on and a fire to cuddle up to in the evening. And at bedtime I get to sleep on the really soft Human bed with the Mommies. I have two water dishes on the floor in two different rooms, so I don't have to go too far if I'm thirsty. I have my own yard that goes from one end of the house to the other, and it has a big fence around to keep out critters I don't like. It's one of those you can see through so that makes it even better; a small porch outside the door with a roof, so I can even lay out there when it rains. OH WELL, at least I don't have to pay for my medical stuff. (does that make me one of those "Illegals"? Hey, I gotta go out if you'll excuse me, so I'll talk to ya later. Good to be back in touch again.