A Man’s best friend

Now, who might that be? Our husband, our wife, our kids, or even our “things”? No, quite simple it is that domesticated four legged creature we have come to know and love – called our dog. Yes, we pamper him/her with candy, treat them like family members, wash them in our own baths (opps, sorry that’s me only) and we love them to bits. When they do something wrong they get time-out just like our kids. When they do something great, we reward them with a pat on the back (just like our father’s used to) and when they make a poop we uh,uh,uh …. we crack fluffies too (sorry, maybe its a male thing). So there is so much in common with our good old friend that its hard to imagine that we can do without them.

Well, today we got the cargo fees for Beethoven’s trip. And well, it ain’t so friendly. US$750 to be exact. So as they say, sleep like a dog,eat like a dog, dream like a dog. It will be some occasion seeing the old musician strutt his stuff onto the plane. Fly like the wind old chap.