Watching my parents dogs this weekend. They have four weenie dogs. And they are treated better than we were as kids. I swear. They have their own room next to the living room so that when he is gone he can leave the tv on so they don’t feel alone. They each have their own bed and dog houses inside their room. They eat whatever my parents eat. Even get to lick all the plates clean. When they wake up they get however many dog treats they want. Talk about the living the life. Laying around on the couch all day eating whatever I want and getting your tummy rubbed because it is so cute when you get fat. I wonder what my dog name would be? What kind of dog would I be? At least I know I would go to heaven for sure because disney told me all Dog’s go to heaven and Disney never lies.