Alice is growing tired of all this cold weather. I like it. The snow is great, but I still need to take it easy, and heal my stretched out ligaments on both knees. She takes me with her some of the time, for which I am eternally grateful, since I love going out among people, working, and smelling all the nifty smells. 
Alice and Wayne took me to the movies this weekend. Alice fed me some of her popcorn. I just lie down and sleep or put my head on Alice’s leg.
She’s pretty cool for a person. She walks me and gives me treats, and even though I am supposed to be on “Bed rest,” I am well enough to dog dance every Saturday morning. This Saturday we won a prize for making the best circles. I do that really well. Also backing up and side steps and high fives. When she says, “spin” I think she is going to say, “speak” instead, so I bark. I think she is going to change the command. No more ”sp” words. 
Like me, Alice is a party girl. She is already planning a dog party for me around May or June, (my birthday; I’ll be eight). She is going to invite all my dog buddies in the neighborhood (that would be Ai-shan, Tara, Carlos and Paco, Wendy the new greyhound, and other dogs), to the tennis court where we will chase cheeseballs and bob for hot dogs in a plastic swimming pool. Oh, and of course my dog dancing buddies will be invited. That would be Bryce, Gunther, Angela, Razz, Zach, Gabe and the little Sheltie, Sable. And my county dog buds, Chelan and Scout. I don’t know how well the dogs will get along with each other. But they will have their person with them.
And maybe Luna and Auntie Sarah will be in Santa Fe for the big event. I hope so! I haven’t seen Luna in ages. And we have a history, you know.
Alice has me wearing a red bandana for February. She’s such a Valentine person.
On another note,
Service kitties:
Would say things like
” Me? Work? Nah, I don’t think so. I need to nap first.”
Or
Me? Catch that mouse? Nah, I just want to play with it.”
Or
“Treats involved? No thanks, yawn, yawn.”
Or
“Me? Work for you? Uh, don’t you have that backwards?”
They just don’t have the same hardwired brain; if they have a brain, it must be pea sized. Where do they get off? Sleep and eat, sleep and eat. And they even get to poop inside the house in a special box. I don’t believe the easy lives they lead. 
Ah, well, I’d rather be a dog. Man, everything I do is my favorite thing.
Have dinner? My favorite thing.
A car ride? My favorite thing.
Work in public with Alice? My favorite thing.
Get brushed all over? My favorite thing.
Take a nap the sofa? My favorite thing.
Cheese? My favorite thing.
Walkies? My favorite thing.
Dog dancing? My favorite thing.
You see what I mean?
Every new day is an adventure around here filled with goodies!
It’s the little things that count. Just ask Alice. She’ll say the same. 
Woof!
Morgan Lee
(As dictated to his human) Summit graduate, 2002
Alice
