People were asking my mom about my blogging today, and so she of course had to give me guilt about it, and now here I am blogging. Just so you know, Jewish mother guilt works on dogs too. Things are good with me. I continue to love rolling in grass, chasing tennis balls, and eating things that others think are disgusting... NO TASTE I tell you! I have also now gotten used to the little man in my house. Well, I think he's a little man, but his voice is kind of high pitched, and he giggles a lot. Also, most men seem to walk upright... him not so much. I mean, occasionally he kind of tries, but mostly, he seems to go around on all fours just like me. But I digress... what was my point? Oooh something shiny! Okay, back now... anyway, yeah, the little man. See, here's the thing. He has figured out how to feed me. Its awesome at dinner time. Its like one for me, one for him, one for me, one for him. Sometimes mom or dad notices, and that means no more goodies, but most of the time, I get away with it. Time to get walked now before the little one comes home. Dad is so awesome with my afternoon walks, and its not so hot anymore, phew.