The Perfect Host

I like to think that I'm the perfect host. If it's a hot day, I share my pool. If it's a cold day, I share my blanket. Mostly, though, I like to share meals with my guests. Mom and Dad say that's not the way it's supposed to work, but I am, afterall, the one whose opinion counts!

Last night our friends, Bob and Debra Johnson, came over for dinner. It was a lovely meal, with barbecued salmon, a green bean and corn salad, a vegetable casserole and a lovely dessert with pound cake and raspberries. It went perfectly with my dog food appetizer. A small helping of raspberry sherbet cleansed my pallet, and then my breath was fresh enough to kiss everybody.

Best of all, the cats got locked in the bedroom while we had guests. Mom doesn't want anyone to know that the cats jump (ie: sleep) on our dining room table, so we hide them when people are over for dinner. It seems a bit dishonest to me, but as long as the cats are miserable - I'm happy!

Gotta go. Have a ruff day!

Buddy