I used to be ACTION Dog.
Now my Back Legs are Stiff. I am Deaf. I have Lumps and Bumps.
Outside in my Field, I Stand Still. Why Am I Here?
I began writing My Blog Fourteen-and-a-Half Years Ago.
Little Pickle dug a Big Hole in my Field.
Pickle dug Three Holes. Pickle is Digging a Tunnel.
He Scents MOLES.
Muddy Feet. Person Covered Pickles Holes.
Pickle has a Muddy Nose.
Sometimes, just Sometimes, Little Pickle Stops Pickling.
When he Lies Down Pickle likes to Annoy Milly. Or Person. Or Zara.
Or ME.
Person says I am growing Very Patient in my Old Age.
I Sleep. I Rest. I Ignore Pickle.
Persons says Reading my Post makes her Sad. I'm not Sad. I'm Happy.
Anyway, Person is Tired Out by taking me out in the Middle of the Night because I am Old and Can't Wait.
Person is Tired Out by Chasing After Pickle.
