May 12, 2009
I am a feral dog living in Tampa, Florida. I am at least ten years old but probably older. Some say I look like a wolf and others think I look like a bear. I am black with a long fur coat and a glorious tail that wags like a pennant when I run. It is too bloody hot to do much running today. All I can do is lay in the cool sand backyard of my sidekick's house. At least today, it was cool in the morning so trotting around the meadow felt good. I got the usual amount of treats from Zazu's human companion and they tasted good. The pond is almost dried up so I can't go swimming in it anymore to cool off. It's not easy wearing a black fur coat in this heat and humidity. You would think I'd be use to it by now but I'm not. My stomach is better today so at least I could eat the food Zazu's human put out for me. She gives me special treats at the oddest times but hey, can't argue with dried duck filet or pieces of cheese. She keeps trying to pet me but I don't trust humans in general even though I know this one loves me. It is too hot to chase the rottweiller behind the fence down the street. All I can do is just lay around until it cools off if the rains come.