Postcard from Smoothy:
It’s a nice fall day in Sweden. I’ve been hanging around the yard with Ellie – patrolling the fence. She had a birthday this week. Ellie’s two by human reckoning; I’m not sure what that is in dog years. She’s been running on about Hollywood again. Somebody got her a SAG card, she says. I haven’t seen it yet.
Whatever. I climb the tree to my food on the counter which is dog proof. Kats rule!
It’s a nice fall day in Sweden. I’ve been hanging around the yard with Ellie – patrolling the fence. She had a birthday this week. Ellie’s two by human reckoning; I’m not sure what that is in dog years. She’s been running on about Hollywood again. Somebody got her a SAG card, she says. I haven’t seen it yet.
We
went back inside for lunch, and as you can see she’s hogging the dog
food bowl. “Another contest this Saturday,” she tells me. “I need to
bulk up.”
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