MackenzieSpeaks.com: Four Legged Thoughts

Mackenzie of Sugar Land: The canine that consumed a thousand treats.

I can serve as a human guide but I can't legally gamble?  Really? 

I’ve been giving some thought to my resolutions for this year and here they are:

Stop throwing up on the carpet downstairs.  I’ve done enough of that and really should switch my focus to the upstairs.

Kill the vacuum…slowly.

Fuel a war between the cat next door and the mole that strolls our yard at night.

Learn to bark in Italian.  Never know when that may come in handy.

And finally…help Jake finally sell the secret Bush family baked-bean recipe.  Enough is enough.

Forget water boarding, the CIA should have a few canines on staff.  Whining…every human has their breaking point.

Dear Santa,

Hello bringer-of-presents, Mackenzie here.  I know you’re getting ready for your trip so I’ll be brief.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought as to what I’d like for Christmas this year.  Sure I could use another knotted rope or can of tennis balls (can you ever have too many tennis balls?), but that’s not what I want.

See, I have it pretty good here amongst the humans.  They serve me my meals, give me bones, pamper me when I get sick – heck, they even let me sleep in their bed.  I realize that not all dogs have it so well and, in fact, many will spend Christmas in a shelter dreaming of their forever homes.  Here’s where you come in…

Since you’ll already be whizzing around the globe, would you mind to stop by and say hello to these pups?  You don’t have to stay long (they know you have a lot of stops to make).  Also, should you find yourself in a loving home that’s lacking a four-legged friend, maybe you could plant a thought inside the humans living there?  I’m not suggesting mind control or anything (but if that’s the route you choose so be it), just a little something to let them know that their new best friend is waiting for them.  I know the shelter dogs would appreciate that.

Thanks for your help.

Mackenzie

P.S. – Tell Dasher he still owes me five bucks from poker the other night.  Tell’em he can just donate it to the ASPCA.

I think it would be really cool if we lived in an igloo.  Seriously, I’d need a heated blanket or something.

Each blade of grass has its own unique scent so, yes, I do need to sniff them thank-you-very-much.

<sarcasm>I love getting drops in my ears.</sarcasm>