My mommy and me in the yard :)
I was catching up on my blog reading and saw my buddy, Oz, had this poem. I thought it was appropriate for today.
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything,
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands
or even lick your face,
Despite the fact I've licked myself
In every private place.
You taught me how to come when called
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside
So I can take a s***.
You'll always have my loyalty
up to the bitter end,
'cause after all, it's plain to see . . .
You are a dog's best friend.
My favorite part is about licking. I like Mommy's face ALL THE TIME!
We spent the weekend with That Daddy Guy's mom and dad. They fed me lots and lots of pretzels. Then, we went to Mawmaw's house and everyone there fed me pieces of chicken and a little bit of mashed potatoes (they were plain, so no garlic worries). Mommy says we're going to have to walk seventy thousand-leventy miles for me to work all of that off. I looked at her and said, "These paws were made for walkin'!"