Bad Is The New Good

And, if that’s true, then I am bad to the bone….Let’s face it, for every bad I get, just KNOW how hard I’m TRYING to be good, like when I’m running after the cat because it’s more than okay to run after the stuffed animals (which really look just like kitty) my humans throw, SO? And, (this one really gets me) when I’m protecting Mommy on the street from all the mean dogs out there and (just getting started here) when I enthusiastically greet HER friends on our walks then turn to Mommy (because maybe she feels left out) and weim hug (which, of course, requires a jump up to human height) her as well and when I take my job as dishwasher VERY seriously and at any cost and…..well, you get the idea!