For all of you faithful followers, I'm still kicking my furry paws. In my old age I'm enjoying life. Finally, my parents have organized their world more efficiently around my wants and needs and I am fat and happy. This past Monday they even had a surprise Birthday party for one of their Bible study friends and I supervised. Some of their friends had not met me and were quite shocked at my size. It's not a new scenario; when people meet me for the first time they usually say, "I knew he was big, but I didn't realize how big!" Rather than taking this negatively, I just howl. That's my way of looking at the positives. God made me "big!" There is no need to get a complex about it.
Now you know what's happening in the Perdue Zoo. Trouble (elderly ten pound toy poodle) and I are eating, sleeping, and enjoying the rest of our days. We are both thankful for the life we have and the humans God gave us.
Woofs and Wags,