I got the greatest gift EVER from my ‘Doggy Godmother’, Sue. You will never, ever guess what it is. Nope, it’s not a stuff toy or a squeaky ball, or yummy treats. Don’t get me wrong…I love them all, but this is something even better than all 3 of those things combined. My Sue gave me a Pet Massager. Yep! I couldn’t believe it either. I’d never even heard of such a thing. It feels sooo good. It gently tingles as my dad and mom stroke it over my muscles and joints. It feels sooo good, whoops, I guess I already said that, didn’t I? Anyway, it feels so wonderful, (Hey, did you notice I changed the words?) that I have been known to doze off during my nightly massage session.
Now, after some time has passed, I have a growing issue with this. When I first got it my dad and mom gave me NIGHTLY massages. Now, after a couple of weeks my massages are down to one about every other day. What’s up with that? Can’t they see how much I enjoy it?
What’s a dog to do? I’ve got to come up with a solution to this only-every-other-night massage dilemma. If anyone has any suggestions for me please, oh, please send them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.