Close Call

I haven't been in the blogging mood, in case you did not notice, but when Julie told me she almost ran over the Orange Effer when he darted out in traffic on a major street near our neighborhood, well I just need to get some things off my chest:

1. "Almost": How do you almost run over the Orange One? Either you do, or you don't, and if you didn't then you should have.
2. Only evil effers like the Orange One can defy death as many times as he has. He is far, far beyond his allotted 9 lives!
3. How is it that the Orange One can get so far from his home, on his own? Why don't his owners put a leash on him and take him for a walk like mine and every other dog respecting individual does?
4. Does the Orange One get more treats in a day than I do? Because IF HE DOES I AM NOT HAPPY!!!

I will do anything to get more treats. I have Brad and Julie pretty well trained on my treat schedule, but every once in awhile they get all upitty and high and mighty about me needing to lay off the treats. I am old. Really old. I will be 14 years old soon, and that is old in dog years, so I should get whatever treats I demand because realistically I do not have much time left to enjoy treats!