Every morning I have a ritual. I get sausages. Sometimes my boy gets them too. If he gets some, I wait to eat mine until I've gotten a share of his.
I'm a good eater. Of the things I love. One of them is not vegetables. I've arranged
to
have
fresh rotisserie chicken added to my dinner every evening. It's divine.
Also, it gets me going
on
the
eating and I don't notice the veggies as much.
When I was a puppy I got treats for peeing outside. Now as an older gal, I get treats just for going out during the day. Why? 'cause it makes me happy. I've been trying to train my peeps, that if they go out and come back in I also get a treat. That only works sometimes.
I don't know why they call me this. But, this one time, or maybe two, my boy came home and caught me sitting on the kitchen table. Yep, my fuzzy butt right where the peeps put their plates.
Favorite thing in the world, maybe better than Cookies, maybe: Meeting people. If this coding thing doesn't work out for my peeps, I'll apply at Wal-Mart to be a greeter.
They're all the rage, until you kill the squeaky. I'm up to dragon #20.
On my back, with my head hangin over the edge of the couch, legs up. Sometimes I bark a bit and run in my sleep. Sometimes I have a cute relaxing snore. Sometimes I snore like a passed out drunk man.
Especially when it's cool out. I like to sniff for bunnies. Chase squirrels. And get people to pet me. Sometimes I'll give their doggos a sniff, but it's the people I like.