Time to Renew-

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!!!