short on legs, long on charm

that's what that homeless guy said about me.  and i am both.  so, ive been thinking about where this blog about all things me is headed.  peeps want to know what's it all about.   i have a simple answer........ i dont know, im a dog!!  why cant i just write about my life, and things that happen to me, and what the hell i think about every day.... why does everything have to have MEANING?

i mean when ya think about it, arnt we all just here to figure it all out, whatever IT is?  do YOU have the answer to the meaning of life?  does anyone?  listen,   i shure dont.  all i know is i wake up in the morning, and my person is still sleeping, so i try wake her up...for about an hour.  then she finally gets up, gets dressed and takes jazmine and i for a walk.  i bark at every single freaking dog, squirrel, loud noise, and whatever else that disturbs the chip in my head.  we get back and i sleep......for a long time, then i beg for a treat, eat that treat, go back to sleep.  two more dog walks, and it's dark.  my person gets dressed up and goes out and we are alone.  person comes back much later and goes to bed.  we go to bed and so on and so forth and on an on.  that's my life.   that's IT!! 

so im just gonna walk everyday, go to the stupid dog park, eat puke when my person isnt looking,  make a number two so nasty that even i feel sick, and keep doing what im doing.  being me.. short on legs, long on charm.

and hey, if the big picture gets flushed out after all my musings,  i consider it a bonus.  and i know you do too.