I have a bone to pick with Mom and Dad. Now that the new year is here (and I know it’s a new year because my ears are sensitive to the pops and horns) I think it’s time to indulge me, the Top Dog, with some new and exciting stuff.
Take for example my food. For the last 12 years, I’ve seen the same little nuggets in my dish every morning and every evening. I know there are other flavors. I watch TV, you know. Granted, Mom has tried other, fancier kibble, like the ones the man in the brown truck used to drop at our front door. And the ones in the blue bag. But then all that stopped. I guess she didn’t like my tummy’s reaction to the change. I can’t always control the passage of food through my system.
Let’s talk about the toys. I have a lovely toy box filled with stuffies, fetchers, and chewies. But give me a break, they have been chewed on, tugged at, and nearly destroyed through the years. The smells are old, the squeakers don’t squeak, and they’ve been sewn and taped. It’s time for some new and challenging ducks to play with. And Mom lost my most favorite toy. It was a soft pouch with a ball top. She’d put a treat inside, cover it up, and then I had to nose around in it until I found the deliciousness. That kept me busy for at least 15 minutes.
Then there are my beds. It’s time for a new one in the TV room. I’ve shown my displeasure by digging and pawing at it, but Mom and Dad just don’t get the hint. It’s kind of flat with two places I can rest my head, but it’s nothing like the bed in the study where I can sink down and be wrapped by its fur around my body. I could sleep in that one for hours. Come on, Mom, let’s go for a ride and let me pick out a new bed at the big store with all the wonderful smells.
What about you? Do your toys need to be replaced? What about trying new food? That would be fun. Maybe your comfort stations need an overhaul. Do it! You deserve something new.
Love,
Larry
