This morning as I layed inside my
doghouse I heard my people talking about something called "behavior training". Sounds scary- I sure wish the family would stop using big words (I think it is because the smaller ones are homeschooled). I'll have to look that up pretty soon (Webster's English to Canine- Canine to English language dictionary, anyone?)
In other news, the crazy mean cat is going to have kittens. She told me. More meowing little monsters strutting into my firmly established territiory. Oh well, the black and white ones are kind of cute...
This is the bone I got from my people a few days ago. It was the good, real kind with meat still on it. Too bad I left it where it could be driven over by a car. There were little white bone fragments everywhere.
Me defending that bone the night I got it. Flash is cool on cat's eyes.
