I have been busy lately, as aviation training has taken up a lot of my spare time. I am proficient in precision aerobatics and have full control of the aileron roll. I loop like I poop, and can do the 1/2 Cuban Eight any day mate. The barrel roll is in my soul; wingover like Red Rover, Split S, YES!, and the Immelmann man. I am designed to soar.
I've been practicing my yoga, the stretching, rolling,
basically being indestructible.
I'm certain there is still no question as to my true identity.
Here I am seen only as the cute wiener dog, or 'cute little dude' as the little girl kept saying at Christmas.
I am adored.
As proof, they dressed me up in this silly sweater to "keep me warm." Heh. heh heh ..heh..such fools.
Yes, I am aware I am the one who looks foolish. But, who would ever suspect the silly looking wiener dog? Nobody would.
Except me, that time I gave it all away...
It's at night when I get my best work done.
It's a fine home with plenty of food for others, while my dish remains insufficient. I have to scavenge for most of my food (I would like to remind you, again, to have something done about the size of my dish. I am growing weak.)
I do find that lately my comings and goings are observed with some suspicion. I assure you my mission has not been compromised. It's just that it's been to cold to poop outside.
Each day I guard the tomato plant pot (or do in my dreams when it's too cold outside for tomatoes or poop).
I interrogate the others daily.
And, of course, I do all that cute wiener dog stuff that makes those humans melt.