Four legs good! Two legs even gooder!

Well, hello again! Golly, I'm so awfully glad you came by to visit with us!

I feel just so very rude not being able to jump up and sniff how-d'you-do as I would if you came to see us at our home house. I always so enjoy making wonderful-smelling new friends - especially two-leggers. Might I inquire, are you a two-legger, yourself?

I believe what my charming colleague, Morgane A. Whippet is attempting to ascertain is if you are a human, rather than another of our canine cohorts. While we certainly enjoy the company and intoxicating fragrances of other dogs, we find that they lack the motor skills required for the acquisition of snackies and walkies.

And yes, I’ve been known to enjoy a vigorous behind-the-ears scratching on occasion. I certainly would not decline the offer of one if you’re inclined. I’m a very good boy. I have references.
Why yes you are, sugar! And where are my manners? Might I offer our guest a bite of kibble? Perhaps a splash of eau de bowl? Today's vintage is just divine. Or I also have just the loveliest bit of chicken bone I've been saving behind the radiator for just such an occasion. I picked it up behind the most darlin' little café in the West Village last week. No? Perhaps later, then.

Well, I am very much wanting to hear all about you! You'll have to tell me just EVERYTHING about you, and your four-legged friends! As for l'il ol' me, how sweet of you to ask - I enjoy playin' toys, cuddling, chewing on all manner of objects, sniffing divine new smells andzzz…

You’ll have to pardon the dear girl. As it happens, she also enjoys a nice nap, and it seems she’s opted for an impromptu one. I, Mordred T. Dog, Irish Wolfhound At Large, would NEVER even THINK of falling asleep on the job. Unless, of course, there’s been an especially spirited game of toys. Or walkies went especially long. Or if I was up all afternoon with some rather pressing barking. Or if there’s a particularly sunny patch on the carpet.

Otherwise, I am always vigilant, always on guard, always, dare I say, good. I realize I mentioned this previously, but as it seems to be pointed out so frequently by the two-leggers I encounter, I feel it bears repeating. Why, a fair quantity of them even seem to mistake it for my first name – Good Dog. My only question – how did they know my last name?

Love,

M&M