I have a nice place here with Butch and Anita. We have a few horses, some sheep, some over obsessive black and
white dogs, and a cool dude named Tuffy.
I keep an eye on Tuffy. He is bigger than I am and he seems to run the show. He looks like a fellow I should
try to emulate. He takes Anita outside every day so that she can clean stalls, ride horses, work the sheep with the
black and whites, and then he brings her back inside. When inside, Tuffy sleeps by the wood stove or in his chair, or
pretty much wherever he decides.
Tuffy looks forward to our guy, Butch, coming home. Us fellas like to hang together. We don't do much, but
we let Butch hold us and sometimes we make him feel real special by falling asleep in his lap while he watches TV and
sleeps.
The house is nice, but Anita and Butch are kind of into rules. You can't poop or pee where you want. Man,
you should see how excited Anita gets if just let a little go under the table. You wouldn't think she would notice,
but man o' man she lets the fur fly. I decide that sleeping and resting in one of the horse stalls fits my style better...She
concurs. All is well.
