Buddy has a big pillow bed. He gets up from it and comes over for some loving. Chelsea then goes and lays on his bed; after he's through with the loving he goes and lays outside my bedroom door, so Chelsea comes over for loving and then goes back to lay with him outside the door; it bugs him so he gets up and comes and lays in front of me...here comes Chelsea. I gave each of them dog biscuits this morning, Buds ate his and Chelsea is in the kitchen. I holler, "Wanna go outside and have a cigarette?" Buds goes to the front door and I let him out. Chelsea runs into the livingroom, looks at me and then takes off for the kitchen. I think, "Well she doesn't want to go out front." Here she comes at a dead run, so I let her out too. Grab my ciggies and book and sit on the porch. She moseys over to the garden behind the tomatoes and I see her shoulders working so I holler, "No digging Chelsea!" Then I see the dog biscuit in her mouth...she's burying it in the garden... 
I think everything is going to be alright!
I think everything is going to be alright!
Don't wait too long to tell someone you love them.
Billy
Billy
