Hello everyone, I have recently learned that we are poor. We live in what is referred to as a shack. we go for days with no contact with the outside world. our only heat comes from a wood stove. we are on what is called a fixed income (don’t know who fixed it) cuz its still broke.

however I am a happy dog and think things are just great. we have one thing in abundance and that is love. we go out and play with my toy in the morning (after Dad has coffee). Then Dad works on the shack and on sunny days I lay in the sun, unless it is too hot then I climb under the truck in the shade.

Just this week we stacked up a big pile of wood so we can stay warm. Have you ever smelled fresh cut and split wood? It smells so clean and comforting.

Not sure why we are called poor because we are as rich as can be. We may not have fancy labels on our clothes but Dad has plenty of my hair on his clothes and I have his sent all over me where he pets me and strokes my fur as I go to sleep at night. He will put his warm hand on me when I start having bad dreams. Then I just push against him as tight as I can and sleep the sleep of the rich and famous.