Hey everyone. Kraken here. Nate’s in the shower and I thought I’d talk about some of the things we’ve been up to.
Everyone in a family has a place. A place at the table, a place in the living room, even a place in a truck. What’s important is knowing my place. Oh, and I know my place! Right next to Nate. Or – if we’re on the road – in my truck bed, riding along behind him, my ears and tongue flapping in the wind. But most importantly, somewhere in the squishy part of his heart. Because he’s my two legged friend and we do all sorts of things together.
Sometimes, I just like hanging out on the farm with my Nate. We play “you spot the rabbit and I chase him.” It’s a pretty fun game. I just wish Nate was as fast as me so we could work together and actually catch one of those guys. Honestly, they look like they taste really good.
And, sometimes, we just sit around watching his other two legged puppies run around playing with “toys.” I mean, I don’t get it. They don’t even chew on them. Two legged puppies are weird.
Even though we never seem to catch those wild bunnies, my Nate is pretty good at hunting and bringing back these other tasty snacks. I mean, I don’t know how he does it but that doesn’t matter. He calls them TRU harvest® treats. I’m pretty sure this is what those wild bunnies must taste like. Or that neighbor cat. Just kidding. He wouldn’t taste good…he’s ugly. And he poops in a box. IN THE HOUSE. Bleh.
Either way, life in the hills of San Diego might as well be called life in heaven. There is so much to see, sniff, chase, scratch and dig up. My family and I like to go out and visit wide open fields and jump over tufts of grass. Did I mention that I’m pretty fast? I mean, you have to be fast chasing those dang squirrels. I knew this other dog once who was pretty slow (one too many bones, if you know what I mean) and the squirrels would just laugh and laugh. It was pretty embarrassing. Last I heard he got enrolled in one of those doggy boot camps with the yoga and some type of spin class. He actually lost three collar sizes and wound up meeting a poodle on Scratch.com. They had a small litter and live downtown somewhere. We joke that his puppies look suspiciously like the mailman. Really gets him going.
Back to the goodies I was telling you about earlier. Chelsea’s on this health kick, trying to make the whole family eat better, and it’s trickled down to my snacks. I mean, it’s at least a whole lot better than getting stuck in a hot room doing downward dog with some guy named Kip telling you you’re doing it wrong. I’m a freaking dog. I think I got this.
She partnered with TRU harvest® treats because she’s all about “ancient grains” like barley, spelt and quinoa. I haven’t been around long enough to know much about that, although I am 33 in dog years. She says it’s wholesome and she buys them all the time at Walmart.
I say it’s delicious! And meaty. The first ingredient is REAL meat. None of that corn or soy or wheat additive nonsense. Corn isn’t for dogs anyway. Have you ever seen a beagle try to shuck corn? Ridiculous!
Some nights, Nate and I…and Chelsea…like to curl up on the couch and watch the classics like Turner and Hooch. He’ll just sit there, sipping a glass of chocolate milk as I snack on some TRU harvest® Chewy Bars. Sometimes the movie is weird, like that one with all the wolves trying to catch this one guy named Liam Neesen. There’s also this new comedy where a guy named Leonardo Decapotato or something gets eaten by a bear. Bears are funny.
Somebody should get ME a blog so I can do more dog treat reporting. I’m pretty good at this.
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