We're pretty sure that while we're gone during the day, this is how Lucky's day goes:

Watch out the window for a while. Maybe they're coming back to me with a treat. Maybe... but I kiiinda freakin' doubt it...

I guess I'll jump up on the leather couch and scratch this mystery scar from my childhood. Oh yeah baby, that's the stuff. Whenever I do that, I get some of that pesky winter fur growth off, and the static electricity in this joint makes the couch look more like me. I like it that way. We're all one big family here anyway, right?

Hmm, I'm kinda bored. Thank goodness Grandma gave me a Princess squeaky toy for Christmas. Mama and Daddy only let me play with it while they're away from the house, can you believe that? What Nazis! But it's just not as fun unless they're in the room, watching and listening to me squeak.

Anything going on in the backyard? Eh. Mama left her computer on, so I'm gonna check out www.hothusky.com. Mmmm, baby, Yukon really shocks my collar, man. Check my email...luckykoukla@yahoo.com...and...

It's naptime on the kitchen tile. Squeak a little bit. Then naptime on the carpet. Pretty soon, the garage door openz and it's playtime!

Let me email you a photo of "the smartest granddog in history" with her new Princess squeaky toy...so you can post it for all the world to see. ...she REALLY is the smartest dog...she knew what to do with that toy from the first moment...oh, can you imagine if I had grandCHILDREN??? EEEEKKKKkkkkk!! No one would be safe from the unending supply of pictures!!