Hi everybody. I know it’s been a long time since I went on the Internet, and since then things have changed. My master is getting quite good at this “blogging” thing, I think, anyway, but he hasn’t been giving me my treats!
Maybe I should explain this. I’ve always gotten treats, and I thought that it was clear that I was supposed to get my treats regularly, each time I went outside to do whatever. You know? But now, he has this blog, and his little plastic people, and he won’t give me any treats! And he takes like five minutes just to let me in, and when I come in, he goes right back to his computer and keeps on reading things on the Internet. I’m getting tired of it! How many dogs don’t get treats when they go outside? I just… feel so underprivileged.
And then, God alone knows what it’s like to go to the doctor. It always hurts. Just this last time I went, my owner’s mother took me, in her big blue pickup truck. She calls it “Blue.” You’d think she could be more creative. But anyway, I go to the doctor, and when I get there, I fall asleep and the next thing I know everything hurts and I feel like I have all this cloth stuff all over me, and my fur is gone. At least they don’t put lampshades around my head anymore. Now that was embarrassing.
But, now, I just sleep all day. For some reason, my owner sometimes thinks I’m sick. I don’t feel sick. I just can’t see well, and sometimes I’m a little sore, but that’s because I’m old. I’m no spring dog anymore, and it just tees me off that my owners think that I’m dying, or sick, or whatever.
Oh well. At least I don’t have to get hip surgeries or anything.