Doods, tonight there was steak! Real live fresh dead cow! I kinda hoped for it because the Younger Human came over and when he comes over there's usually something good, but I started to worry when he and the People got up and left the house. I know I can't count on the Man or the Woman for tasty treats, and what if he didn't come back with them?
But an hour or so later they came back, and there was steak! The Woman cut it up and out it on my plate, but I saw the box it was in, and the Younger Human was the one who brought the box in, so I know wo it was really from. He also had a giant steak bone in that box--I could totally smell it--but that was for That Damned Dog Butters, which is fine. A dog needs a good bone to gnaw on once in a while and I'm not terribly fond of things I can't easily chew and swallow.
Or just swallow. Sometimes I don't bother chewing.
I lurked on Sarge's blog and I wish I had commented more, but it was fun to just read him. I am very grateful that Jeter pointed us all to him, just to have known that he existed.
I know Jeter is really hurting, and so is his mom, because they truly loved Sarge. And Empress Bee, his wife and soulmate, is hurting the most. She's really sweet and I lurk on her blog, and so should you, too.
Sarge, I salute you. I wish I had known you better, but mostly I'm am just happy I got to even know about you.