It has been 5 years since joining the family, that makes me about 8 years old. The skin's a bit wrinkled but I still look great.
There's so much to be grateful for, the nice daily meals, clean water, cozy bed, and lots of freedom to roam the house. I get walks four times a day, and occasional outings in the car. I get to bark as much as I want when strangers walk near the door, and I get to lick the floor clean (that's my favourite pastime besides sleeping).
Godpa enjoys my company, stroking me, giving me tummy rubs, playing fetch with me, and receiving my kisses. He feels content seeing me curled up in bed each night.
I think godpa is getting playful these days. He just bought this pressure cooker thingy and hopes to cook his own nutritious meals. It's good to remain playful, just don't feed me any failed cooking projects.
