I'm a ham

I'm a ham, I admit it. Of course I am--how many dogs do you know that have Web Logs? Well, yeah, there are a few, but still...

Going to the store is a testament to my hamminess. It's a love/hate thing.

I love hearing, "What a pretty dog! Look, he's helping that lady." I hate hearing, "Look! A DOOOOGGGG! I'm gonna pet him!"

A lot of times, people ask to pet me while they're already doing it. OR they'll send their little kids over to ask J right in the middle of the store. IT always upsets her--she hates to disappoint kids and so do I. They go away crying and we both feel bad.

Thing is, when I've got that harness on, I can't say hi, can't get ear rubs, pets, none of it. I'm at work. Sometimes people know that, sometimes they don't. Sometimes people are okay with it and understand. Other times, not really.

And I'll confess, I get a little goofy in new places when I'm not working. That harness comes off and I'm all dog--eating off the floor, the whole thing. It's like a spell or something. So, I like having the harness on when I'm out. It makes things clear--I know what to do.

I also like to show off. J can take me to a store and ask for anything--okay, anything she's used before--and I can find it. I love doing that. It makes Aim mad, too, which is kind of a bonus. (whatever she's looking for is usually right in front of her *snicker*) I don't do that at home. I don't work at home.

At home, I'm J's best friend--And I'm a dog, both. I stay with her, play with her, and try to make her smile. She always returns the favor.

I don't know what people do who don't have dogs.

Cosmo