We’ve been busy up here in the woods, chasing after sqwirells and stix and managing the homestead.
Sometimes I’ll grumble becuase I miss my loud BARK! BARK! BARK! routine so much.
Deep down, I know I’ve still got the CRAZIES in me!
Ahhh, some people say I’m growing up. I say I’m just learning how to deal with these two legged humans and their silly rules about:
I can only bark at some things
I’m not allowed to race to get my food
and . . . would you believe, I’m not allowed to shake human hands with my teeth anymore?
Some days I long for the times I could do whatever I wanted to.
But then I remember back to how lonely it was being chained up all day, so I figure the trade off for some nice company, great food and good times is pretty fair.