Oh I am such a good dog. My Mom and Dad and I are living on a farm right now, and there are so many things for me to do here, I don’t know where to begin.

Wait, I know. I could begin by chasing chickens around the yard and eating them up for dinner. After all, my Mom feeds me chicken and eggs all the time. Bet a real live chicken would taste sooooo good! I see them, all plump and tender, flocking about. I want one so bad, but every time I get too close, Mom freaks out and I have to sit back down like a good dog.

I must be mellowing with age. In my younger days, I never would have stood for this!