|Here at am at home on my favorite garden bench.|
But what I love most of all, it seems, is being in my home sweet home. When I got home today, I ran out into my yard and romped a bit. Then I found a spot of sun and took a nap. As soon as my owner brought in my bed, I went upstairs and took a long nap there, too!
While I slept, I dreamed of the beach. I loved climbing on the driftwood logs and looking for crunchy crab legs to munch on. And I loved the staff at the Looking Glass Inn who gave me treats and looked the other way when I stole treats out of the new dogs' bowls!
But I am more relaxed in my own home. I don't worry about tsunamis or sneaker waves or harbor seals thinking I would be a good snack. I don't worry about rain and I don't worry about mean dogs. I am just home... where I belong.
But say the word.. BEACH... and you might entice me to go for another adventure!