It is said that life is a theater, and I often think my animals – my donkeys, dogs, and cats especially – understand this. They spend much of their times in the theater of life, and I imagine my front law as the front row in the big show.

Frieda: Do you think they will let me chase and eat that rabbit? Or go after that motorcyle? If I charge the fence right now and bark I can just make it before Jon comes running out to yell at me. Where are they anyway, meditating? I can see a deer, two hedgehogs and some mice. What a great seat. I can see the poodle coming up the hill..Teddy they call him. Can’t wait to scare the crap out of him.

Lenore: Look at that sheep pasture…Hmmm. I can’t wait to get out there. And there is some great stuff on the path under those leaves. I can smell it. This is a wonderful spot, because I can turn around and watch the pasture and the donkeys and the sheep too. Drives Jon crazy when I get out there eat stuff..and the best part is I can throw up on the bed at 3 a.m. and watch them all jump up and down and take me outside where I can get some more good stuff to eat.

Red: This is the best show around. I can see both sheep pastures. I can work, and then I can..work. And do some cuddling. In Ireland they would only let me work, but I am Irish and I love the girls and love sitting in their laps and if you can chase sheep around and chase women around in the same day, well you have it made. I agree with Jon. Life is a theater and we have great seats, if you look at it that way. This gig is great. I get treats, I can sleep on a sofa once in awhile when nobody is looking and I can ride around and see my girlfriends all day. Ireland is a beautiful country, and I miss Karen, but this is a good job. I think I’ll let Jon and Maria stay.