Ahhh, massage therapy!

I think I found a little bit of heaven this morning. I also got confirmation that I’ve trained my Woman really well. She gave me a massage. I think that’s what she called it. I don’t really care what it’s called, it was blissful. I was laying on the floor by the fire, all warm and cozy, and then she made things even better! She started rubbing my neck and shoulder, and it was delightful!

I tried to maintain my reputation as unconcerned and proud, but I don’t think I did a very good job. I accidentally made some yummy noises and had a little gas. That was kind of embarrassing.

I hope she does it again soon. I don’t want her to know that, but I really hopes she does. I hope some of you guys reading this get massages. If you don’t, you should come over here and let my Woman give you a massage. I’ve trained her really well.

Love, D.

A Tripawd’s Love Poem

 

My family’s kind, my family’s sweet;

They don’t care I have 3 feet.

I think today they love me more

than the time when I had 4.

They bought me lots of brand new stuff;

A pretty quilt with lots of fluff,

Some squishy food that tastes so good,

An ugly shirt that has a hood.

I try to walk and then they help,

and now I hardly ever yelp

unless my sore place gets bumped hard,

or I fall down in my yard.

I love my family ’cause they love me.

They even clap when I go pee!

I show love daily without fail;

I say it when I wag my tail.