We Don't Say What They Say We're Saying

Hey, television newspeople, everyone’s NOT talking about it—not in our house and not on our block.

I guess the people on TV are always saying things like, “everyone wants to know,” “everyone’s talking about it,” “people can’t get enough of Fill in the Blank,” and things like that, because Joan keeps announcing to the television that she’s one of everyone, and she doesn’t care about the things the people on television say she cares about. What's more, she doesn't know anyone else who talks about the things TV people say people talk about.
On my block, people talk about who got arrested last, the problem with winter grass turning brown, taxes, the weather, or whose dog is running loose, and things like that. No one talks about TV programs or the wars or rock stars.

I'll bet you're just itching to know what dogs talk about. Well, I've been hanging out in the backyard so I can keep Buddy company, because he's always on the other side of the bushes looking for some good conversation. 

We don't. Dogs don't talk about misery. We just put up with it, and then we die. In the meantime, we just share good smells, bark appropriately when someone walks by, and generally take life as it comes. Shane always needs to be near Joan, so he doesn't hang out with me and Buddy. But, when Joan comes outside to talk to Buddy or give him a biscuit, the fur stands up on Shane's back. It's like he's been electrified, or is it electrocuted? Maybe both. Anyway, it's funny.

Kyla gave me and Shane some "Dog Poo" for Christmas (see the picture?)—it's really an all-natural dog shampoo. It smells really clean. I'll be sure to report on it the next time I get a bath. It was nice of her to think of us. Wait! Does she think we stink? Because we don't.

So, Merry Christmas. Lots of good smells in the house. I hope the same goes for you all.

Juno