The grass is greener at 12 and I’m about to walk toward their porch. For, my owner didn’t deserve ME as he worked all those long hours and provided me with basically just scraps when I should be eating Filet Mignon. So I took care of matters the only way a puppy could. I knew if I lead him down the path it would be the last step we took together and I would be free of this blight upon my fur. He took the bait as I pulled him into the woods where a tall fellow who didn’t like strangers made sure that my owner knew who was the real boss and now I’m free. Who knows if 12 will be my last stop or if this owner will tire me out and become another victim of puppy H-A-T-E!!!