'#3 back to the fabulous "M" the dawg days of summer' by myra anderson the "M" . . .

Ahhhhh!  My days of eating donuts and radishes are coming to an end . . .


 




Speaking of staring (see previous post) . . . lately. . . my dog has been staring at me a lot.  Yes. He takes time out of his busy schedule - finds a strategic spot - and just sits and stares me.  Now, I realize that I already work for him  - he tells me when he is not going to walk anymore  - and then I have to pick him up and carry him.  Also he tells me that 'it's dinner time so please go into the kitchen and fix me some chicken'.  In fact we have no secrets - because he tells me everything - everything except where he is going to pee when I'm not looking.  So my question is 'what information is this little dude gathering?'

Okay I'll admit that sometimes I get lost in my thoughts about problems and situations so - I don't know what I look like to him in these unguarded moments.  When I snap out of it and find him staring at me - I'm moved to fix my face - I brighten my eyes - I smile at him and I get up and get back to work - and then he goes on with his very busy day.  I don't know.  Maybe that's why God made dogs . . .