Where’s the Treats?

If you think a dog can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two.
—Phil Pastoret

Lil’ Toot here. Uncle Rufus was a Champ at following a Scent. He had some Bloodhound in Him (not sure where, except in His Magnificent Nose), and He used it well. If traveling, He could reclaim His territory from the year before. If competing, He would win the Blue Ribbon. Living unstuck.

His specialty was Treats. After all, A Fellow needs to keep His Strength up. Skills of pursuit were fine-Tuned for those Mini Delicacies. If a Guest came into the house with Goodies for Him? Better hand Them all over, or there will be a Big problem. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Are You clueless as You mosey through the World? Or are You on point? I say: Pick Your specialty. I Hone in on Paper Products. Mostly Kleenex. One client thought She was being clever, and hid Her tissue up Her sleeve. Nope. I was on It . . . until Mom tucked Me away for a Nap. Sheesh! Not living unstuck. #unstuck-living#dog-treats