This is the stuff right here.
The open road.
The iodine smell of the sea, the wind in my fur, private places to poop!
Its got it all!
Of late my parents have done lost their minds. The woman especially. The way it goes is, the man gives me a bath cuz I stank. Then he dries me off. Then I run around and around under the chairs on the back deck, scratching my back on the lower rungs. Then I lie down in the hot sun and take a nap.
All well and good, right?
Then, in a quiet moment when no one is watching, I slip away into the back garden, lie down in the dirt, and roll on my back till I am completely covered in dust and dirt and goodness.
Then I go inside and take a nap on the floor.
This is where the woman goes berserk. Out of nowhere she swoops down on me, all aghast and shocked at my condition, and out we go onto the back deck. Only now she busts out the hose! And uses it on me!
On the bulldog!
The things I have to put up with around here.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off for my walk.