The Boss turned “Double Nickle” last Sunday and he hasn’t been the same since. Mind you, I still get my kibble and get to curl up in his chair when he’s not around, but somethin’s different.
First, and I’ve been noticin’ this for a while, he doesn’t have much patience for ant piss. You carry on about it or make him dance on pinheads, and he just peels you down to nothin’ with a glance. He saves the words for the compliments.
Secondly, he works like fiend ‘til noon then grabs the leash and we’re gone, top down in the rain, the whole bit. I know I probably looked worried when those teacup-sized raindrops pelted my furry face. I was worrin’ about him. He just smiled. By two, he’s back at the desk. I needed the rest of the afternoon to shake off the experience. Literally. Kinda fun, though.
The birthday was different, too. I wasn’t too crazy about the Super Soakers and the Ping-Pong ball-squirting race in the pool, but I liked the homemade chocolate cake just fine. Whoever said chocolate is bad for dogs was a selfish bastard.
The Boss is right, you only live once. Cats are lazy because they have nine lives—plenty of time. Me and the Boss, yeah, we know what’s goin’ on.
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Happy Birthday, my friend. The best is yet to come - if you do it right.
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