Deliveries
Yesterday, Joan was getting ready to go. I could tell. So I gave her sad eyes and sat down and put my paw up on her or just up in the air. Joan told me that she had to go to work in order to pay for this house that I live in. Hmmmm. I don't know if I believe it. Joan's life should be dedicated to ME, not to some job where she makes money or something.
Yesterday while Joan was gone at work, two men came up to the door and I barked furiously at them! One was in a brown truck. They rang the doorbell...bark, bark, bark, bark, stare at them through the window...and then they left boxes and went back to their noisy trucks. I know I scared them away. I showed them who owned this house!
When Joan came home, she found the boxes and brought them in. One of them had all sorts of flowers in it! While I was eating dinner (late!), Joan was cutting the flowers and putting them in water. I was done with dinner and waiting...waiting...waiting for a walk. Finally we went on a walk and then we came home and I sat outside while Joan ate dinner and rearranged those flowers again! She said her friend, Chris - who I know - she is a nice, dog person - and Chris' family - gave them to her for something called "promotion." It made Joan happy so that is always a good thing in my book. But on the other hand, I most always make Joan happy too, so she doesn't necessarily need flowers in addition to the mere presence of ME. Ha ha!
Joan says that next month we are going to play the game, "Where in the United States is the Bosco dog?". I don't know what this game is all about but I know that I'm involved somehow.