I eat, sleep and well you know.
I am a Lab rescue dog. John’s my owner (I let him think he is the boss.)
I had been abused by a previous owner and lucky for me John and his family took me in. I complain sometimes, particularly if I haven’t had a dog biscuit in a couple of hours, but really I have a great live.
I’m now in the dog equivalent of “Club Med” without the liquor. I have a waterbed (that I let John use when I’m not), dog biscuits, good food, cats to chase, and nice surroundings. I’m spoiled, but please don’t tell John.
John’s pretty cool for a human whose ears aren’t floppy and who has never known the joys of dog biscuits.
He started a not-for-profit and wrote a book, Goal Setting for Students to help teens. For obvious reasons I have not read it, but I hear that it has won some awards. Apparently that’s a big deal. Go figure. Winky
3 Biscuits
A dog's life can be tough. Next to eating, I enjoy chasing cats, the outdoors, playing with children, long walks with my owner and even longer naps, the coast of Maine, everything about St. Louis except the humidity during July and August, and dog biscuits of any type (I'm really not very fussy).