Well, hiddy ho blogging neighbors. I have not blogger for awhile since it seems all of the other vermin and poodies wanted their turn, but I have returned. And in rare form. The other day Mom brought home some Subway in a bag just for me, the bag that is and here I decided to take full advantage of the gift. So I climbed up on the table and snuggled into Mom's glass bowl, which fit me just fine, and pillowed my head on the bag of dinner trash. See, don't I look just super comfortable. Well a poodie's comfort is not the most important thing around here apparently, because Mom made me get out of the bowl and get down, which I thought was rather rude. I mean, after all it is the family dinner table and I'm allowed to sit on the chair and look over the top. Is the bowl really that much different? I know it is definately more comfortable. ~Merlin