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A while ago I barked about my buddy Cody. He’s a service dog and gets to go everywhere with his boss. Last week they went to Florida. Here he is sailing in the Florida Keys.

His boss takes really super good care of him. When he goes on an airplane he can’t have much to drink the day of the flight because he can’t use the restroom on the plane. So he gets a good drink the night before and little slurps during the flight.

Cody is about my size, but he can curl himself up into a tiny ball. He has to be small to fit into the foot space on an airplane. He rides right under the feet of his boss.

My mom used to take Cody to work when his boss was in the hospital. Mom said it was neat having a service dog because everybody wanted to know who he was and what he did.

I was really jealous when I heard that mom took Cody to a fancy French restaurant one time. Cody is so lucky. Because he is a service dog he has to eat wherever his boss goes. He actually got trained to have little bites under the table. The difference with him is he doesn’t beg – except with his eyes. Mom never lets me have bites under the table. She says I’d get greedy and help myself to the whole plate.

I’m really happy for Cody and his boss. You can see he’s laughing and having a great time on the boat. When Cody has a fun time, his boss does too. Good for you Captain Cody!

Tess may be my girlfriend, but I’m pretty unhappy with her after she tried to kill my little brother Zag. Not only that, but she’s not even sorry.

Zag doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He loves everybody. Well no, wait a minute. Zag was always picking a fight with our Codie, but she was old and deaf and didn’t notice.

Now that Codie is gone we hoped Zag could become a full member of our pack. Not according to Tess. Not only did she attack Zag, she called him a “little fur ball.” That’s really cussin!

I’ve tried to talk to Tess about it, but she acts like it was no big deal. It was a big deal. She was so insane she bit her own lip. She had blood on her snout like some pirate. Then she made kissy kissy with mom and pretended she didn’t know what all the fuss was about.

I told mom that Tess has to see a psychiatrist.  Maybe she’s got some baggage from her past life. Mom says Tess has border collie personality disorder.

Me and mom are gonna take Tess to charm school. After that Tess will spend some time with our friend Cody, the service dog. She really looks up to Cody and maybe she’ll listen to him.

While I was working on this bark, Tess pulled up one of her favorite pictures of herself. She asked me to post it so readers could see the good side of her. Which side is that Tess? The red side or the white side?

Think good thoughts and maybe Tess will mend her wicked ways. I’m keeping my eye on her for a while.

Oops, gotta go. That fool dog next door is hollerin’ for me to come run the fence line. See ya!