Whenever Mama comes over to pet me, she always tells me I’m “such a good boy.”
Boy asked her why she says this all the time, when all I do is roll over for her to rub my belly.
I’ll tell you why!
I’m perfect!
The family can take me on photo walks. I’m polite to the people who come by. I don’t try to get away from the family.
Mama tells stories about Buffy, a family dog she grew up with, who barked at everyone who even thought about walking past their house. I know better! I only bark at the kids’ grandparents. Because it’s a game. Because it’s fun.
I eat whatever food falls on the floor. But unlike Buffy, I’ve never been tempted by Advil or chocolate. I’m good that way.
I tell the family if it’s time for our daily walk. They might forget if I didn’t remind them.
Don’t you wish you had a dog like me in your life?