Dad says I could become a celebrity. He says that more people might come to see us now. When Dad said that, Sarah and I ran to the front door. We're waiting for you. Sarah can stare out the door for hours. I am easily distracted. I try to stare, but then I have to scratch my ear, or bite my paw, or lick my... (Oops, Dad told me not to talk about that.). He also promised that if I get a lot of followers, he'll let Sarah and I ride inside the truck cab instead of the truck bed. I'm not sure I want a lot of followers. That sounds kind of scary! Will they follow me everywhere? I don't like when people come up from behind me. But hey, if it gets me inside the air-conditioned truck cab, please, please, please follow me - and tell all your friends to follow me too.
During the week, lots of people come to see Dad. He helps people retire. He helps them rollover their 401(k)s. I rollover sometimes - not on command - mostly because my back itches or I just like to sleep that way. If you want to just come see me during the week, feel free. I can't rollover your IRA (only Dad or Chris can do that), but I might randomly rollover while you're here.
Well, I should go. Remember - we're waiting for you to visit. (Also remember that I like food and being petted, in that order.)
Wags and Kisses,