I run like the wind; love and want to be loved. I live on two acres of land in NE Georgia. My master insists on calling me ďbaby dogĒ even though Iím fully grown. My name is Bo, and Iím a 61 lb. cross between a husky and yellow lab.
My Creator God gave me a laid back, happy disposition. A stranger is just a friend I have never met. I do take exception to squirrels and rabbits.
Early in the morning my master comes out to the kennel to take me to the front yard. If given the slightest opportunity Iíll escape. Iíll trot for hours around the tree line, checking in on my family from time to time. I canít understand why it bothers them. Iím only exploring. Besides, they go visit their friends. Iím a very social dog and like to see my friends.
But normally I am eager to chase away the squirrels and make sure no other animals have invaded my territory. About that time my master returns with water followed by breakfast. Sometimes my mistress makes a special breakfast. What a treat! For a while I could count on scrambled eggs for breakfast on ďglad rags dayĒ (Sunday). Now my mistress is too busy for that as they leave early for church. My mistress plays the piano and my master teaches and preaches. I can wait, because they come home with a little white box full of goodies for me.
My mornings are busy making sure things are taken care of around here. I keep my eye on the UPS and Fed Ex trucks. The mailman comes every day. This pleases me to no end because my master scratches my ears on the way out to the mail box and back.
I do enjoy curling up in my yard, stretching out by the flagpole or laying on my throne (bench in front yard). My master may be the boss man, but Iím the king around here.
I wag my tail a lot because Iím a happy dog and am loved. I heard a doggy psychologist say that dogs wag their tails because they have energy. I want you to know that I wag my tail when I am happy. It goes around in circles when my mistress brings me a treat.
About noon I begin starring at the front door. Iím ready for ďBo time.Ē If my family isnít home, I take a nap until I hear the car come in the driveway. My master comes out with the leash. I run around in circles. I try to be a gentleman, but find it hard to keep still long enough for him to bring me in. My mistress greets me at the door and in I scurry. There is a special couch where I relax with my family. My mistress needs lots of encouragement. She worries too much. I think God created me to help her learn how to relax.
She watches me and can see that I donít get uptight about things. I donít wonder where my next meal will come from. I know that my family is going to take care of me. I try to explain that she can trust God completely. I think sheís learning.
Back to ďBo timeĒ Ė you would not believe how much fun it is! I stretch out on the couch and itís love time! Will you get jealous if I tell you about the treats? Sometimes itís beefy treats or pup-peroni. It may be a raw hide. A milkbone with peanut butter on it sounds great. Actually, I prefer the small ones, so make that three.
After about an hour I resume my royal duties. Sometimes my master has to run errands in the afternoon while my mistress works around the house. Then I have the extra responsibility of taking care of her. If a vehicle pulls into the driveway I make sure she knows.
Around 5 p.m. itís time to go back to my boudoir for the night.
While I have my duties, my life is really one of chilling out and relaxing. I donít have a care in the world, because my Creator God gave me such a wonderful master.
So to chill out properly I recommend getting to know my Creator God and letting Him take care of you. Like I tell my mistress, you can trust Him completely.
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