Looking out my Backdoor: Barking up the right tree

My human asked me to write the column today. She begged, pleaded, and to my shame, she groveled. She also gave me a beef bone with tatters of meat from the carniceria in town. I caved.

I told her, I am a dog, “The story I tell will be incomprehensible to human kinds.”

She said, “That’s OK. Anything I wrote today wouldn’t make sense either.”

She then told me that she is feeling way down in the dumps. Lower level. I don’t understand. Isn’t being down in the dumps a good thing?

I rode along in the truck once when Leo was taking a load of trash to the dump. Wowsers! I wa...