Frankie's Journal:
The Progressive Sniffer

Today we went for a sniff but not before I tried to eat a page of precious passwords. Serves the boss right, she kept me waiting ...

Boss doesn't talk much when we're out. Just short sentences like, "You don't have to sniff every puddle you see. Or, Just because that dog barked at you does not mean you have to poop. I am out of bags already."

Today, Boss stopped to pick up something on the ground beside us. It was a shiny copper penny! Good for you Boss! You finally picked up a cent of your own. She proclaimed with a smile, "In God we trust." Seems her mood improved greatly after that! (Note to self ... scatter a few pennies while we are out.)

So, in closing I will mention something she said, which was not very nice. It must have been pay-back for the password sheet. She said,

"Frank, your poop is move deadly than the virus. Where is my mask when I need it!"

I simply wagged my tail and ignored her. She'll find out soon enough. I ate it."