
The big dig.
Dear Simba,
When I’m not playing, digging or sleeping I spend time listening to what people are saying about your great newspaper Q&A column. I really enjoy the things you write.
Probably the most important thing is that you and I seem to be what humans call “kindred spirits”. I heard Mom and Dad talking about that the other day, and found out what it meant. Ha! They think I don’t understand what they are saying. Humans seem to think they are our bosses, but you and I know the truth. That’s why we are “kindred spirits”. I’m really boss of the house and like all my friends – dogs, cats and birds mostly – I know exactly what to do to get what I want. By the way, I call them Mom and Dad, even though I know that my real Mom and Dad are dogs up in Georgia. It’s real easy to fool “Mom and Dad” down here!
The other day I dug a gigantic hole in the back yard. I went all out and even dug under the patio. When Mom and Dad found the hole they were really mad at me, so I used my sad face, and let them clean me off. They forgave me right away. I guess you do that trick too. It’s fun to fool them. I get tons of toys and treats that way.
Last week I went to the dog park

Bad dog. SUBMITTED PHOTOS
Your hockey story was wonderful. I like football more; maybe because Dad keeps talking about “favorites” and “morning lines” and “point spreads” and “odds” and all that numbers stuff. You probably know a ton more about numbers than I do, because birds understand that a lot better than dogs. We practice things like “sit”, “stay” and “roll over” just so they think they “train us”. They don’t seem to get it: if they acted like we do they’d make more money and even get a lot better deal from the banks and businesses. I guess humans are very naïve.
I’ve got to go now. Mom and Dad are back and I have to look cute. I sure hope they don’t find the new hole I dug.
Your friend, Bailey
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