Fireman kills pets to save on boarding!

Yep, you read that right: http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/local_news/stories/2009/06/25/fire_dog.ART_ART_06-25-09_A1_DSE9JB8.html?sid=101

A Columbus firefighter admits that he took his two dogs to the basement, tied them up and blasted them with a rifle so he and a girlfriend could vacation without paying to board the animals.

If I didn't read it with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Common mythology has it that firemen and dogs are best buds, like the photo you see here. Well, apparently it's all for publicity and the firemen are bad, dog-hating people, even worse the president.

On a personal note, my mommy and daddy have gone away a few times, but never killed me to save on boarding. I get to go to that nice lady's house who walks me, and feeds me, and let's me sleep on her bed with my good friend Mini.

Hide and Go Sniff

That's the name of my new favorite game that my daddy invented. He hides a yummy treat, like turkey or bologna, and I have to go sniff it out. And when I find it, I get to eat it.

Sounds pretty easy, you say? Well go try it and then tell me. My daddy makes it real hard. He makes me wait in the dining room with the door closed and he goes into the kitchen and hides the treat in some pretty obscure places, like behind a leg of the bench, or near my toy basket, or clear over by the shoes. But no matter how well it's hidden, I don't give up and keep sniffing until I find it. So far, I've never been beaten at the game.

One time I bent the rules a little bit. While he was doing the hiding, I went around the other way, through the foyer into the kitchen. He yelled at me good and disqualified me for the rest of the day. So I'm gonna play by the rules now.