Master is weak in the head.
He think he sick with bugs because he played card with coughy two-leg the other night, but he smell not sick. He smell of fear, like all time, but no smell bug sick. When we go for walk he now make sigh sound and move slow, not pick-up my business, but kick trash on top. Still easy to smell! He lie in bed now, watch card people play on TV, so I take his Blog to nose type about treat.
Treat good.
Among favourite treat are licorice, meat steak and frat barf.
Licorice red. Look like blood of wounded bird! Yum!
Meat steak come with fat.
Never know what you going to get with frat barf. It real grab bag, but great to find on street! Make walk fun!
Heidi