A promising start

When we stumbled out of the house this morning, I knew I'd have to work J carefully to get a good walk out of her. She was not very awake at all.

Everything was pretty much in my favor, though. Before we hit the end of the sidewalk, she was mumbling.

"They had to have a good reason to slit his throat..."

I didn't know there was such a thing. I may be a dog, but even I know that's rude.

I looked back at her, but her face told me she was somewhere else completely. So...when we got to the top of the hill, I took her across the street. There's no traffic on that street at six in the morning--I wasn't worried. When she felt pavement under her shoe, she snapped out of it a little and I thought she was gonna make us go back, but she shrugged and we went on.

"It had to be love or money...No! Power--that covers everything... Power, sex, and dirty deals, yeah."

Good, she was gone again. I got a good sniff in the leaves, though I didn't root for truffles. J always notices that.

I stretched it out some. I didn't do my "business" in the ivy at the corner of the fence. Instead, we headed back toward the road and I stopped at a bunch of little bushy trees.

"We need to get you some Frontline this week."

Yeah, she was back. I wasn't a bit surprised when she refused to walk in the trees after we crossed the street again. It was fun while it lasted.

We'll go out later today. The last few afternoons, I've gotten J to walk just a little further. Hey, I'm keeping an eye on her. No matter which way we go, I make sure it's straight--no turns. She can't get lost. Neither can I.

You can't blame a guy for trying to get a little extra when he can. You'd do it, too.

After I finish this, I'm gonna stare at her until she puts more peanut butter in my bone. Sometimes it takes longer, but usually it works.

Don't worry about J. I'm pretty sure she knows it's not nice to slit someone's throat. Although, if yesterday is anything to go by, don't take my word for it.

Cosmo