I really could use a 401K.
I have been asking Winter for a job for months now. Winter runs the store around the corner that sells those things that smell like wood that the walker and feeder call books. Winter is very sweet and her customers always want to pet me. But they never pay for the privilege.
I have told Winter hundreds of times that I would make a great spokesdog for her store. If she would only listen. I give her only the clearest of barks and kisses. The walker and the feeder translate doganese well enough. I think Winter talks persian, so maybe Louis can talk with her. Or maybe Winter will see my blog?
See I cannot read yet, but I can spell some words. G-O, W-A-L-K, and P-A-R-K are my favorites. I'm not sure I understand what T-R-E-A-T means, but I really like those pupperoni things. Keep 'em comin. I would like to sell books and learn to read them along the way. But only if I get benefits and above minimum wage. Oh, but I don't work Saturdays. That's when I go to the P-A-R-K.
STOP!!!! I need an editor. I obviously cannot trust the walker to take dictation. He must want me to work so that I can buy a NEW walker & feeder. He needs to learn his place, which is to walk me to the P-A-R-K and go to work so that he can buy me nice things and fancy dinners!
I do love the bookstore & Winter. I would love to be their spokesdog. I promise to promote the reading of the books, try to learn to spell more words, and not to do my business on the paper stuff.
