Thomas is my friend, I guess, but we don't have much in common. He's not a good runner like me. He has a real long body, but short little legs so he walks like a caterpillar and Mom and I have to walk slow so that he can keep up. He's never been camping, didn't go to puppy school, and is unemployed, so we don't have much to talk about. Mostly I just pretend he's not there, and I'm not sure he's noticed me yet either.
This morning Mom took me to a trail that I didn't recognize, and imagine my surprise when one of my professors was waiting for us! I was so excited to see her after all these years, and squeaked like a manly cowboy for Mom to let me off the leash so that I could go knock her over. As I got close, a dog stepped in my way and said, "Just who do you think you are, and what do you think you're going to do to my Mom?"