This is a tough job

I guess I didn't think this job would be as tough as it is. I have to get up in the morning, she opens the door to my room and I leap out for a stretch and wait while she gets on her coat. I don't really need her to watch me pee, but it gets her out of the house at least once. I'll be glad when the green stuff is back, cause then we can go for walks. The white stuff makes everything too cold and my hair is very short and doesn't really keep me warm. So then she gives me treats, neat deal, pee and get a treat. Works for me.
She eats her breakfast, the same dang thing everyday. Cup of tea and a Toaster Strudle, raspberry flavor. They are all right but I like her supper food better. Meat, shrimp, pasta and my favorite, lasagna. She then goes into the office, never changes, every day eat, go to office. At least I get to see some different things in this room. I can get right up on her desk. She even put a pillow up there so I won't get cold on the glass top. It's great, I get to see who is going out and who is walking their dogs. Lucky dogs but they all have long hair. They probably hate the green time as they are too hot. Besides cold is better for cuddling.
Gotta tell ya. Mom, gets some beauty stuff from the daughter of the lady who lives across the street and the lady always gives Mom a special favor. Well, this time when she came over and left a stick that Mom puts up to her lips. Well, she always wears some goop on her lips and I don't usually pay attention, but this one smells like chocolate. And it tastes good too. I love to kiss her, especially when she wears the chocolate.

Widget's Tail

Things are winding down in my duties to Bill. Though she still mourns Bill and I am sure she will never cease, she and I have to get down to the business of living. This winter is long and confining. I was just getting her to go out every day when this dang white stuff came along. It's cold and wet and not fun to walk in. She prefers the season as she likes to sit and write and sometimes in the evening, rather than turn on the picture box, she just reads. Which is fine by me, she lets me sit in her lap as long as I don't try to kiss her neck.
She has this green thing that looks like a book, but it isn't like her other ones. They must have lots and lots of stories in that thing, cause it's like her favorite. I don't know why it is so special, but whatever makes her happy is fine by me.
When I have to go out, I have to touch that white stuff and I hate it. But I am a big boy now and don't go in the house. She's so proud. Anyway, sometimes the guys at the back fence bark at me and I try to go way back there, but man is that stuff hard to run in. It creeps up around your legs and almost holds you in place. I'll be glad when they bring back the green stuff. It's warmer and much more fun to run in. Besides, it is better for my favorite thing, digging. I can't wait till I can dig up some of the bones I buried, if I can remember where I put them.
That groundhog thingy says six more weeks of winter, hope he's right cause more than that I don't want to do.