Hey, Hey, I wanna be a farm dog

(with my apologies to Nickeback)

Cause we all just wanna be big farm dogs

Living in log cabins, guarding 15 hogs

Farm dogs make the rules, we get to boss the sheep

Working hard all day we really earn our keep

And we hang out with the cats and mom

In the fields and the barn til the daylight's gone

Then we head to the house for a great big meal

Fall asleep happy, it's a darn good deal

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a farm dog.

It's true, I think I want to be a farm dog.  I love hanging out with Mom & Dad in the yard.  It's the best job ever, and that's what farm dogs do.

I can also help inspect tools:

And I can keep an eye on the woods, scouting for coyotes or other dangerous predators:

       

You may try to tell me that farm life is hard.  It's hot and sweaty work, and the fields don't have running water.  That's okay, I can drink from a watering can.

And I know when to stop & smell the flowers (or eat them):

So I think I'm extremely qualified to be a farm dog.  Now I just need to convince Mom & Dad to live on a farm.

Fun times, Tiring times

Mom didn't come home a few nights this week.  She said something about a business trip.  I missed her, but when she came home I got to go to the dog park.  There were some other dogs there that were just my size - we had fun chasing each other.  This nice lady played with us, too, she threw a ball for us.

While mom was away, I had to play with the cats & with Puff.  But today we played in the yard today, she was moving dirt around and I got to help.  She likes to use a shovel & a wheelbarrow.  I like to use my feet.  Same difference, right?

After all that digging I was very, very tired.  I didn't want to do any exercise, so I took a nap on the treadmill.