Yesterday must have been my birthday

What a day. So, it is Thursday (remember, I know the days of the week) and usually Bossman gets up and goes through his routine prior to the abandonment. Today was different. He didn’t get up at 6:45. I began my typical morning routine of sprinting outside to chase the black birds, begging to come in, deciding to stay out, breakfast, and couch time. Then all of a sudden I started smelling all these great smells from the kitchen. The crazy lady is cooking. In the morning! She doesn't even do that much at night.

At lunchtime, Bossman gets up from the computer and says those 5 great words. “Do you want to go for a run?” (OK, I can't count.) This is one of my favorite activities with Bossman. He’s slow so it gives me time to find great smells. Sometimes when I get a whiff of a great bouquet, I will stop real fast and watch Bossman get yanked backwards. Always funny. I should post that on America’s Funniest Videos. (Tom Bergeron, call me.)

When we get back from the run, there is large bird in a pot coming out of the cold box. That thing looks delicious. This family rarely has that much meat around. And they think I am nuts. I park my self in the kitchen looking for any weakness in the meat protection plan. They were too good for me today. Once that bird goes in the hot box, boy does this house smell good!

So far this has been a great start to the day but it only gets better. My favorite family in the whole world comes over for a visit. I am trying telling them all about my great day, but Bossman and crazy lady keep telling me to go to my rug. Go lie on your own rug. I just want to know where’s Stanley and “mini me” (Lulu) are and please can I nibble on you just a little.

Everyone gets to eat while I wait patiently for my food. Remember its my birthday! (I don’t really know but this has to be it). Then the moment comes for my food. There goes Crazy Lady to the garage to get the food. I go with her to double check the preparations. Hills Science Diet. (I can read). Then guess what. Bossman calls over and says my new 5 favorite words “Do you want some turkey”? Meat Meat MEAT MEAT. What do you want me to do for that meat? I say my best “HELLO” and run through all my other tricks for good measure. Then he puts some meat in my bowl. Three gulps and I am done with dinner. That was good.