Hello everyone. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your over heated doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
It's 90º out here!
We should go back inside the house where it's air conditioned!
Ah! That's better! I shall continue my report from here.
My ghostwriter said that she's been seeing a big fat bunny in the neighbors' yards in the past week. I decided to do some sniffing around today to see if I could find him. While I didn't see the bunny, I did find some piles of bunny poop (or to some doggies: Cocoa Puffs.)
For a long time we've wondered why the Secret Bunny Militia would make any effort to trespass in our back yard, which has a fence all around, and has been clearly marked with years of doggie pee. We concluded that they must have some kind of coming of age ritual that involves accomplishing a death-defying feat, such as a high speed chase involving a cocker spaniel, while trying desperately to remember where the heck you got into said cocker spaniel's yard in the first place!
May I remind you that this cocker spaniel has actually caught quite a few bunnies over the last several years. I always proudly presented my prize catches to my ghostwriter, who gratefully praised my excellent cocker spaniel hunting skills.
What's that? You really didn't want me to catch those bunnies?
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
I happen to have the best hunting record of all the cocker spaniels who have ever lived at this house, if I must say so myself!