Cleo's Blog | My Senior Rescue Dog Life

Why dogs can't play poker

I can't bluff my way out of a bag of kibble. My tail gives away everything. And that tongue, who am I Governor Patterson from New York?

Small

I like to be hugged.

My mom cradles my head like a baby or a football.

Nora Desmond Eyes

Whenever my mom or dad catch me after I have been licking a bald spot into my fur, I give a wide eyed blank stare.

A good start

I peed. I ate. I pooped.  I scratched it up.

I have my favorite squeaky ball close.

My music channel is playing.

My people are talking to each other.

I'm ready for my breakfast nap.

Dogism of the day

Nap as often as you can.