I try my best to please this family I'm responsible for. I walk without a leash now! I sniff out smells and romp in the ditches all the while making sure the big nice guy or the big lady that yells are close to me. I come home and rest in the yard until I get so lonely I can't stand it (usually a minute or so). Then I go to the back window and just tap-tap lightly to have them let me inside to my bed. The big lady got me this nice dog bed that is super-comfy. I spend a lot of time there in the corner watching her. And now I've started something kinda cool! Have you ever heard a dog purr? Don't confuse me with a stupid cat. I'm not that low. But I've started this purring thing. I purr when the meals are over (you see if I did it while they were eating, the big guy would get mad). They then think to look at me in my malnourished state. I purr when those little people come over and give me hugs. I purr when the big lady that yells rubs me just in that right spot above my eyes. And so it's rewarded. So I have resorted to purring. A lot.
I overheard the big guy here tell the big lady that yells that I'm becoming more and more like someone called "Lincoln". I heard his name mentioned a lot when I was really little. It was always, 'why can't she be more like Lincoln'. Or 'Lincoln never behaved that bad'. Or 'We sure miss how calm Lincoln was'. Well I don't know who "Lincoln" was, but he was a really, really good guy and now I'm starting to be compared with him! How good is that!
I do have one complaint though. I don't get enough bones. I'd like a new one every day. But somehow the big lady doesn't get it. I stand by the shelf in the garage. I look at her with moon-pie eyes. And she mutters something about having enough and goes inside and shuts the door. And so I go back to the deck and tap-tap on the window. And lie on my bed. And wait for the next hug.
Sigh. Life is ruff.
|I suffer from lack of affection|
|So please feel sorry for me|
|Did you say you'd send me a bone?|
|Well I'll just wait for the package then...|