Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.

No, I am not talking about my joints, although they do make strange noises sometimes.  And no, my recliner/rocker doesn't squeak.  OK, I will tell what I am talking about.

The pups have toys that have squeakers in them.  They just about destroyed most of them.  I pick up the worst damaged ones and throw them away but first I check to see if the squeaker in them still works.  I found one that does, and I carry it around in my pocket. and every now and then I squeak it.  Of course I act nonchalant.  I act very innocent and they just can't seem to find where that squeak came from.  Of course I don't over do it.  I just squeak it a couple of times and wait for a long time to do it again.  Got to give those pups something to react to.  Don't want them to lose interest in life and what is going on around them.  OK, I am a bad boy but it sure is fun and it is hard to hold in the laughing.

Don't feel bad for my pups.  They are spoiled rotten.  Wife cooks gourmet meals for them, they have their own beds and pillows, and of course they have my wife and I as their personal servants.  They live the life of millionaires, except that they have no money.  They even visit the groomers once a month, whether they need to or not.  Yep, we love our pups and we wouldn't have it any other way.  Now, if you have a pet of your own, give it a pat on the head from me and have a great day, you hear?