How do they get the peanut butter inside the pretzel? The world may never know. Sigh.
All day I sleep, look out the window and bark at people walking by. What a waste. I really should be chasing squirrels, or training for a 5K.
Sometimes it’s hard to be so good at something, such as lounging. I deserve a gold metal, or a plaque at least. Fine. I’d settle for a rawhide, but I won’t tell anyone! I have standards.
Really, another picture? Don’t you have enough already! It’s not like I’m going anywhere….
….or am I? Okay, okay here. I’ll pose! Ta-Da! Now, where’s my treat?