Today I was woofing because I heard a truck pull up, which is highly unusual. I was inside, the truck was outside yet I still heard it. I keep a good listen out. I know how important it is to keep a watch over everything that goes on here. Sometimes my people don't pay enough attention, so lucky I am on it 24/7. That's what you can count on a good dog like me to do.
Any who, this truck pulls up, I bark, Julia goes to the door and greets a man with a big box which he gives her and she carries it on into the house. I keep barking at the guy and he leaves. Job done. Julia's in the kitchen with a big knife opening the box. I go back under the table to lie down. Julia calls me, saying, "Look Snookie, it's for you". I come over for an inspection. I barely know what this means as no one has ever sent me a present, usually they just give them to me.
No way! B-man, that's what I call Bernie, has sent me, D-dog, That's what B-man calls me, not one but TWO boxes of my favorite little bones...you know the real mini mini ones? A normal size bone if you were a rat. I LOVE those little bones so much. I've only had them once before this, when someone with a very little dog gave me a whole handful. I went crazy over their delicious taste. Julia says they taste the same as the bigger ones she gets for me but what does she know about dog bones? Seems best to ask a real dog about dog bones.
Any way B-man came through. I can tell he misses his good pal, D-dog. That's why he sent me the boxes of mini mini bones. Julia said he must have stopped at a Walmart, made the mules wait outside and went in to get them special for me. Then she said he had to stop at the post office and make the mules wait again while he went in and sent them to me. He paid money twice for his D- dog and that makes me proud.
Julia opened them and gave me six. I counted. She said I didn't want to eat them all at once because then the gift would be all gone. I think she forgot there is a second box. I could have one box now and one box later. Like I've seen people do with candy bars. I think B-man would have just spilled one box out for me on the floor. He's looser like that. But I know that Julia will dole them out for me until they are all gone.
Every time I eat my delicious mini mini bones I will think of B-man until they are all gone. Then maybe he will send me some more or be back so that we can drink milk together late at night while Julia is asleep. I put my head in B-mans lap and he strokes my head till I fall fast asleep. I love the B-man...he's a great pal for D-dog.