The dogs have a really hard life. Sit around. Maybe go for a walk. Maybe if very lucky do some agility. Sit around some more.
Maybe I can turn into a dog if I use the power of my mind and am open to the possibilities of growing hair in weird places.
In my dreams this is how I spent the day today and yesterday and tomorrow.
The dogs have a really hard life. Sit around. Maybe go for a walk. Maybe if very lucky do some agility. Sit around some more.
Blitzkrieg has it pretty good too. Although I give him one job. While he's lazing on this pillow, if he hears the washer turn off and the door unlatch he has to bark to tell me the laundry's done because the machine doesn't beep. I pay him off in treats, so it's worth his while to pay attention.
I have hair in weird places now. Does that mean I'm a already a dog?
Did you survive the weekend?
Horses are so much more tiring than dogs. I am alive after my weekend but it has just been many, many long days at the barn lately.
Ditto on the hair in weird places now. Seems to come with turning 50 or maybe 52. Not sure that it's enabling me to snooze on the lawn chair in the sun any more than I used to, though.
LOL that doesn't look too comfy for you human! 🙂