Every year it's the same thing. Around December it comes in the mail without fail. I get really nervous when it comes. And my anxiety usually lasts a month or so even though my human says I have nothing to worry about.
As he sits at his desk completing the application, I begin to wonder what it would be like it the application gets rejected? or, worse, what if it's denied?
What am I talking about? The yearly renewal of my license to be a dog. I love being a dog, wouldn't want to be anything but a dog, I was trained and brought up in the world to be a dog and nothing but a dog and I do a great job at that!!
So, I always get worried that the county might decide I need to be a cat for a year or worse yet, a hamster? Or, which would be alright- a horse!!
Dad fills out the application and sends a check with it -stressing to me that I don't need to worry- I'll be a dog another year. I'm not so sure.
I wait. And, I wait. I greet the mailman a few times- oops- gotta be careful of that!!
The wait continues until finally, the day arrives. YES!!!! YES!!!!!! YES!!!!! He was RIGHT!!!! I can be a dog another year. Thank God for that! I just couldn't handle being a cat!!!