Sometimes I'm jealous of my dog.

Sometimes I'm jealous of Samson.  He has things so good.  He sleeps when he wants to sleep, gets two treats a day (sometimes more), special food here and there, toys that don't get outdated, and long stays at the farm.  And when he plays, it's a carefree, wind in your hair, all in type of play.  Not sure I remember the last time I felt this free...

He had so much fun.  All I could think about was how cold I was, how fast I could get the sidewalk scooped and how scooping snow is so bad for my bad shoulder...I'm so jealous of my dog.