I'm helping her, really

This weather is as poopy as I used to be. Before the snow was deep and Mom would shovel a path for me, but now it's a little warmer and the snow has melted a bit. When you walk where she shoveled its all mud and when I jump on the glass door it leaves muddy paw prints. I think it's kind of a nice design, but she is forever taking the prints off.
I got a new place to sit when she is writing. She cleaned off a whole side of her desk and put a pillow up there for me. It's neat I can sleep on the pillow or just look out the window. The stuff that goes on at this side of the house is much different that the back side of the house. Here you see people and sometimes other dogs and cars. The man across the street drives his up and down the street all day.
I don't think I would want a car. The only place they take me is to Kenny's house or the doctor. I like Kenny's house cause that is where Scar lives, but I don't like the doctor's so much. Sometimes they poke me with a needle and that's not too bad but I hate it when they grab my paws and snip off the nails. Cripes sake I bit most of them down, but I have to keep some of them long so I can open the door to the bathroom. She can't go in there alone. It's dark and small and I don't think she should be alone. She needs me to protect her. Bill would want it that way.