Day 35: Odie

Since I could not personally come up with any motivation tonight, my dog, Odie, has graciously taken on the task of writing for me (he asked for a picture to be taken as verification).  Since he has no ability to type well, he has asked that I do the typing for him.  He would like everyone to know that his favorite things are his balls, all 8 of them (he's not really sure how many he actually has as he can't count but estimates that 8 is a large number).  He also likes his bone that he stole from the "big dogs" AKA "horses" (he requests a note be made to state that these are the animals that LOML's brother keeps, and Odie doesn't like them when they don't listen to him).  Odie also is a food snob (my words, not his).  He just says that if the pointy-footed animals (the cats, Julia and Boris who may make an appearance in later posts) get special wet food, he should not be forced to have dry food mixed into his.  He also thinks that human food is better for him because that's what he gets when he goes to Grammy's house (LOML's parents's house).  He doesn't understand why I make him eat the "gross stuff".  He likes to run fast, so long as he is chasing after one of his balls, a bouncy thing (rabbit) or the other horses that live in the woods (deer).  As an aside, I do not know why all animals bigger than him are horses as he did not grow up on a farm before coming to live with us.  Finally, he states that his biggest annoyance outside his concerns about the "fine dining" is that we make him stay up too late and I want to pet him all the time.  He thinks that he should be treated like the independent, mature dog that he is (he's 4...).  He says he'd rather distract his daddy from playing video games by playing the "put my cheek on your face" game.  He thinks it's hilarious and doesn't understand why LOML and I are less inclined to enjoy the game.  Now he says it's his bedtime and he's been kept up too long to write this post.  Until tomorrow.