Gentle Readers,
On this, the anniversary of my six and a half year tenure upon this earth, and in the face of this Rather Unfortunate Illness by which I am currently beset, I find it most inspiring to enumerate some of the things that make for the optimum happy-being.
- My Daddy, and his associated tallness, braveness, good-smelling-ness, and general awesomeness
- Miss Morgane, the constant amusement and companionship that she provides, as well as the delightful visual contrast that her most delicate and pointy smallness makes against my majestic bulk
- Peanut butter, for its deliciousness, but despite its roof-of-mouth stickery
- Miss India Husky-Chihuahua (I believe I have previously listed a good many of the reasons)
- Grass, for the general rolling around upon-ery of it
- Squirrels. Every hero needs an evil nemesis to counterpoint his splendiferous goodness.
- My Daddy's Jeep. It is a magical machine with an enchanted back seat where if I rest my keen and soulful eyes for several moments, I will suddenly be transported to a land simply choc-a-block with the aforementioned grass and squirrels, as well as eminently chase-able deer, a glorious bounty of sniffable trees, bushes, rocks, etc., and myriad surfaces upon which I have not yet urinated.
- Chicken. Because yum.
- Our Mommy Girl. Because she brings me said chicken, has a delightfully liberal hand with the peanut butter and assorted munchable snack items, and maintains the most wonderfully pungent and lickable foot soles
- Mr. Justin Timberlake, for his fresh, funky, and extremely danceable-to beats
- Soft things, and their niceness upon which to lay my impressively large frame
- Toys that possess internal squeaking apparatuses - they amuse me so.
- Cubes of ice, for their pleasing crunchery
- My Daddy. Have I mentioned him?...
Yours, splendidly and six-and-a-halfly,
Mordred T. Dog
