Yep, I might be slowing down little bit but I still got it. Man says I don’t hear too good but I can here a beef jerky wrapper from a mile. And I can still sing too. I like a good canyon with nice echos to harmonize with. Man can get me going though it might take a minute. And sniffing? My sniffer works great. Like the other day some big mountain kitty kilt a deer right by our house! Well, man didn’t know but I led him right to it. Blood, guts, deer parts everywhere. Whenever he’s not lookin’ I like to go over there and grab a bite of something but then he starts into yelling at me. That’s what he means when he sez I don’t hear too good. When my sniffer is working overtime it kinda drowns out any other senses. I don’t hear him at all and he gets all mad cause he has to come and drag me away just when I’m finding the best parts. Oh well, there’s not much left anyway. It’s amazing how fast it’s gone. The crows, and those noisy black and white crows and everything else. It’s like there’s a party going on right next door and I’m grounded. Oh woe is me. But it’s okay, man still makes bacon on Sundays. and pizza bones. He made a pizza and I get the bones for days. And carrots. Did you know I love carrots? True. Man says it takes care of my dragon breath from eating dead deer. The cup’s half full I guess. Or the deer is only half eaten is what I say. So, yeah, I still got. Maybe not the quanity of miles we used to do but the quality. I mean I’ve got 5 dawg beds around the house in strategic places, and one in the truck of adventure and a couple at the work studio place and a couch so I’ve got chillin’ covered. Trained man good on that one. So, don’t forget to chill and use your sniffer, it could lead you to buried treasure! Desert Dawg – over and out.