Hello Dear Readers!
It’s been a long time since I wrote.. too long. I haven’t been hidden away writing my autobiography or pondering the meaning of life… even though maybe I should… I’ve just been – sit down and get ready – busy being a dog.
Yeah, I don’t need a $10,000 party like Elvis (of “America’s Greatest Dog” fame) to know I’m special. Heck, as far as I’m concerned I am America’s Greatest Dog… at least my mommy makes me feel that way.
And I don’t need my photo on the cover of the latest doggie magazine. I have plenty of fans already.
What I do need is a nice toy to chew, a soft cuddly place to sleep and a cookie now and again. Hmmm…. perhaps that is the meaning to life. Happiness is where you find it, I’ll be home all day!
Paws up,
Atticus
Hi Atticus,
I was looking up something in the paper and found your blog by accident. What a surprise to see you today! You ARE America’s Greatest Dog. You deserve extra treats and a comfy bed. I think of you alot.
Love,
Angie Meow