
I smell everything. I don't think Mom can smell at all unless it's something really stinky like a skunk.
Mom looks at the sky all the time. She says, "red sky at morn, sailors be warned, red sky at night, sailor's delight." I'm not sure what that means. I'm not too interested in the weather. Every day brings what it brings. We dogs know to just roll with it.

I think I'm insulted. My eyes aren't glowing that much!
You should see what happens to my eyes when she takes my picture inside the house and the flash goes off. My eyes really do glow!
It's okay that Mom jokes with me. We like to have fun. Some day I might surprise her and howl at that moon. I wonder what she'd have to say about that?
And see? Even after snacking on turkey pot pie this week, I'm svelte. With muscles. And dirty paws.
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