This
is my place. I have layed some of my best groundwork here. You can usually find
me running through piles of leaves, sniffing the garbage, playing fetch, smoking
cigars, and catching a few zzzz's in the sun. Mom and Dad are trying to teach
me to play frisbee.. but I just want to eat that flat plastic thing. I haven't
seen any snow yet.. but I hear that Mom and Dad are anxious to toss me out in
it. What is snow anyway?
