How's my profile during an early Sunday morning wait for the newspaper delivery. I'm enjoying the damp but cool minutes before the heat of the day. Supposed to get to 95 today! Ouch!!!! 
I can feel the heat generating. I need to be at the lake with Karly, don't you think. Look how tall and lean I am. 
Yeh! Turning 40 on June 2nd! Forty pounds of weight that is. Yes, I'm still growing like a weed. Pop can't keep me in collars. The latest one is a Jimmy Buffet Parrot Head collar. Do you like it?
It has been a lazy Spring Day on K Avenue in Kure Beach. MaMaJo (Mother Joyce) is staring off in space watching the sea gulls and pelicans play. I am providing the local entertainment, rollin' on my back and playing with my toys
6:00am: It is time to get up, go outside with Pop and Bradley to get the morning newspaper. Oh yes, I do have a little business of my own to accompolish. Then back inside. 
6:10am: We are on the bed all alert while waiting for Pop to get his coffee, paper and join us for our morning family bonding. Hmmm, Bradley, I use to about half your size!
7:00am: Guess who's back outside. Uh Huh, it is me checking all the wild animal scents in the backyard plus round two of doing my business. Pop is eating breakfast and doing his get ready for the day stuff. It is going to be a Great Day Ya'll! Enjoy it as if it were your last.
Seems like all my life I've been on a tether (leash ya'll). It is just not fair. Bradley's got this red collar with that funny looking little black box on it and he has the run of the yard. Not Fair! Stomp! Not fair! That stomp was me putting my foot down!!!! 
Well, look whose smilimg now. Pop got me a red collar with a little black box. He also put little white flags all around the yard (wierd). Then he put that dog-gone leash back on me and started walking to one of those little white flags. I'm curious, so I trot right along beside him over to the flag when suddenly WHAM-O! Something hit me right in the neck. After turning a flip straight up in the air I turned around high-tailing it back into the middle of my yard. You will not believe this; but, Pop walked to five different places around the yard with me on that dang tether and DID THE SAME THING! Now, I might not be the smartest boxer in Raleigh; but, after the fifth wham-o I'm not going near those white flags. Opps, I just realized NO MORE LEASH. I'm smiling because I'm FREE, free, free at last to run in my own yard (just don't near the flags). 
