Finger Lickin' Good!

Ever since I was a pup I’ve enjoyed going on car rides. Any dog that doesn’t like it probably has a little cat in its blood. I knew a dog like this once. Her name was Buttons. Enough said.

Anyway, when we’re out and about town, I sit in the front passengers seat taking it all in. As we pass our local churches, I always point at them hoping for my parents to stop. It isn’t for a spiritual intervention I’m looking for, but rather to partake in the abundance of wine and dry crackers housed inside.

Seeing this, my mother always warns me, “Flash, if you point at a church, your paw will disappear!”

Yeah right. It’s the same type of advice she gives me about the funny faces I make at her when told to come. “Flash, your snout is going to freeze like that if you don’t stop.” Nothing has happened to my money maker yet so I rarely heed that advice.

But, as it turns out, pointing at things doesn't really work, but practicing my language art skills (a.ka. barking) at things DOES indeed work.

Case in point: Sunday afternoon we were driving home from the dog park, and I spot Sonic, home of the best corn dog ever. I bark loudly, and Mom pulls over and buys me a corn dog.

Then dinner time. The old man is cooking some famous Elgin Hot Sausages on the smoker. Upon bringing them inside, I start spinning in circles and barking loudly. I received two Elgin hot sausages in my food bowl.

Mom and Dad sat down to eat at the table - Dad was having steak, and Mom veggies kabobs. I jump right up in the old man's lap and bark at him. My reward: a few pieces of succulous steak.

Moral of the story: Those who say you can't always get what you want just aren't barking loud enough.