Life is good every morning I get to dash around like a maniac with a couple of my Friends Charlie and Boots. No matter what the weather I roll in anything I can and I point blank refuse to answer my name until I have had a good play, that really infuriates the "tall one", to cheer him up I then have run after things he throws (quite a long way) AND bring them back! If he is so pleased that I bring them back- why throw them away in the first place?
Humans, I tell you- all they are good for is providing three good meals a day- still its a Dog's life!
AND I do get to play with the grandchildren in the park.
