Fall! Let's eat!
Woof! and greetings to all, canine and otherwise.
I have emerged, survived, persisted and perservered. I made it through the summer. Man, I am just not a warm-weather dog. Any day over 75 and I'm dying. All I can do is lay around. HE and SHE took me out with them on a mt bike ride a couple of weeks ago. HE had to go get the truck and pick me up at the end of it, I was so beat. Just didn't get that much training in this year, and it was still too hot for me.
But now, YES! The air is crisp and cool in the mornings and its not too hot all day. I am hoping for some nice walks in the woods - the smells get so interesting this time of year. It's also the time of year when I like to start eating more - but my peoples don't get it. They still keep me on a strict ration of food. I say, what's so important about keeping my weight around 77lbs? I think I could stand to put on a few pounds (and so could my people - everyone is always telling them they're too skinny). Ah well, the holidays are coming soon. Maybe they'll deign to give me some table scraps - I never, ever get people food unless its from a new friend, and then my new friend gets scolded by HE or SHE if they are caught in the act.
I suppose they do that because they love me. I suppose...
Autumnally and blissfully yours,
Willie, the Wonder Dog (as in I wonder why i don't get more food???)