THREE

Donna’s busy preparing for the release of her new novel, so she asked me to be her guest blogger today. (I’m not sure what that means, but I hope there’s a dog biscuit in it for me.)

Donna’s not the only one who’s been busy lately. I’ve had to bark at the postman. Twice!

The other day, he had the audacity to bring three boxes to our door. I let him know he wasn’t welcome, so he left, but the boxes remained. When Donna opened one of the boxes, she got all teary-eyed. I don’t know why. It’s not like the box was loaded with dried chicken strips or anything. Just these things . . .

I tried to read one of the books, but it put me to sleep – not one dog character in the whole novel!

Then I had to get up and bark at the postman again because he dropped off a large package. Once again, nothing for me. But the cat seemed to like what was inside.

I think it must have been coated in catnip or something. Lucky cat!

Donna muttered something about how thousands of “Mom for President” buttons were printed for a big marketing campaign, but of course all I really heard was, “Blah. Blah. Blah. Aren’t you a pretty dog, Lady? Blah. Blah. Blah.”

So, as you can see, nothing exciting is going on around here, except . . . What’s that jingling I hear? Is it my leash? “Here I come!”

I'm outta here!
Lady Gephart