Tuesday, September 6, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/my dog Clyde, the dog treat junkie

A day after labor day, and just what we needed, another rainy day. But as always, I will grin and bare it. Do I really have a choice???

So on a lighter note... My Westie-poo Clyde turned three years on yesterday. Sept. 5th.  And guess where I remembered it, while I was taking a shower. of all places. I couldn't get out of the shower fast enough,

Funny how we think of our animals, as people. Like his feelings would be hurt, if I didn't sing Happy Birthday, or that he somehow knew it was his birthday... and wouldn't talk to me because I forgot to give him a treat.... and  yes Clyde can really say a few words... . He knows how to ask for a treat, by saying WAWA... that's right, WAWA..

Honestly, I believe he's addicted dog treats.  How do I de-tox a doy from dog treats.  I don't think I could handle it. Could you? Especially when he looks at me with those big brown eyes... so full of expression.

My Clyde, the westie-poo dog treat junkie...   there's a story there.   And maybe, I will write one. Who knows what could happen.....it just might be a big hit with the kids...

Okay that's it for me.  Have to go..... this is really my Monday, even though it's Tuesday..

Therefore, my dog Clyde, the dog treat junkie, will always be FOREVER YOUNG