Monday, July 17,2017
Today I am grateful for training. Yes, family-who-abandoned-me-at-doggie-camp, I have manage to train a few of the humans you left me in charge of.
The visiting guy seems to like it when I jump on his head and lick him like a rump roast. He says he is the Himself-in-law, whatever that means. At least he is laughing when he’s trying to wrestle me off of him, so I figure I’m doing my job. He is now my responsibility so I guard him every chance I get. At least that’s what everyone thinks. I’m really just waiting for a chance to get back in his face.
I heard talk that you didn’t send enough morning meat along and I’m trying not to be pissed about it because the old ones said they would just give me extra chicken legs. Whew! Dodged that potential nightmare!
I’m glad these people are at least trainable and that I have enough chicken legs to ward off certain death, but I still miss chasing the chickens-on-the-hoof. Come home soon!