Let me tell you about everything. Life as a dog is not unlike that of a human. Some of us are lucky enough to be surrounded by love and we get to sleep, eat and play like everyday is our birthday. Other dogs have jobs with farmers, firemen, philanthropy groups, armed forces, and far more. Some of us are excellent at alliteration. Other dogs have a tougher life on the streets where they have to fight for food and a dry place to sleep and they might not even live to see the next day. Go ahead, shed a tear, sing some Sarah McLachlan and hug yourself while you rock back and forth (My Mom can’t watch those ASPCA commercials either). It’s ok to feel bad for a little bit, but today is the best day ever and you should remember that. Did I forget to tell you what kind of life I lead? Well, it could have been any variation of these three. Honestly. I could be chasing down a tasty cockroach for a day’s meal and showing off my alpha male status, but my testicles were removed and I was adopted by an awesome person. I could have even been a work dog like that talking pig in the movie about sheep and that handsome elderly man who dances, but I have a bum knee and it’s tough to be on it all day. I guess that makes me your average family dog with an above average personality. Not too bad in the grand scheme of things, I suppose. And crap I love water!
My Life as a Ham 
