Ya know...I was thinking the other day....what would it really be like to be a dog!? I mean, their day consists of
eating,
sleeping, playing, barking at the trees moving outside through the window from the recliner. Licking yourself when it sounds like a good idea, eating some more, pooping anywhere outside (occasionally inside) you want without
having to worry about whether there''s enough toilet paper on hand. Eating something you stumbled across on the ground because it smelled interesting without having to worry about a tetnis shot or who touched it last. Taking a ride on the neighborhood ''tramp'' and going on about your business without having to worry about buying dinner or even introductions for that matter. Did I mention licking yourself on a whim? Having your ''owner'' rub your belly and scratch your back. Only having to take a bath a handful of times a year (if that). Getting one of those awesome tasting
biscuits JUST BECAUSE you didn''t do anything bad. Getting to sleep on a warm, cozy bed at night and NEVER having to make the bed in the morning. Not having to worry about body odor from sweating.
And it really didn''t seem like such a bad deal after all.
Sure, your likely to have the IQ of a postage stamp....but DAMN those biscuits are good!