Gather round, all. My name is Gipsy, and I’ve got a story to tell.
Comfortable? Take your time. I’ll wait. Do you need a cushion? A snack? Alright, looks like everyone’s got a seat.
What was I saying? Oh, yes. There comes a time in one’s life where age and wisdom start to intersect and an entire life comes into perspective. One starts to realize what’s important and what things might have been just petty or insignificant. What am I talking about?
Why, the Canine Cabal, of course.
Never heard of them? I’m not surprised.
Most dogs are too afraid to talk about them much less whisper their name. But once you get to my age, there are bigger things to fear. Anyway, I’m sure you want to hear how this Cabal resides at the highest tiers of government and industry, how every US president has had a cookie jar of Milk Bones in the Oval Office, or why there are so many International Pet Days, Dog Days, even Cat days to throw the conspiracy theorists off the trail. But the real secret, the one nobody wants to let slip is much bigger.
Should we take a break? You looked like you needed a drink. No?
Well, anyway, here it is: dogs are solar-powered.
Why is this a big secret, you ask? Do you think the dog food industrial complex wants that to be common knowledge? I didn’t think so.
What was I saying? Oh, yes.
Make sure you give your pupper a patch of sunlight every day to keep them fresh and smiling. Gipsy’s orders.
(You may recognize this gal from our September newsletter. Every month we send out The Critter Courier where we feature photos of your pets, post informative pet-related content, stories, and holidays schedules.)