My Daddy talks to himself alot during this time of year and that kind of bothers me since I can't tell if he's talking to me or the federal government. I hope its the federal government, 'cause I don't want him to talk to me that way.
Also, he seems like he's stuck on the computer too much. I have to go over to him to make sure he's okay since his breathing is unsteady and I can tell his heart rate is irregular.
There's also papers all over the place and usually right where I need to walk.
He said I was not deductible - which might be a good thing since I am already lovable and adorable and his best friend.
I really don't want him to deduct me since if he did someone from the federal government might come and take me away if he used me as a deduction ... something about a government that is powerful enough to give you want you need is powerful enough to take everything you have. That sounds wrong.
I hope he doesn't have to pay too much. I worry about the good stew I get here and if Daddy has to pay alot I might not get homemade stew to eat. I don't care for kibble and Science Diet or ProPlan. I grew up on Purina Kennel Ration so I know about poverty for dogs. That was a long time ago - maybe almost two years.
I brought him a stick today. It was one I had worked on for awhile - I don't think he can handle the hard stuff right now, so I brought him one I had chewed on for a day. I hope he uses it 'cause that boy needs to chew on something.
Anyway, that's what I think.
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