This is my second St. Patrick's Day but I don't remember last year as I was a schnauzer of very tender years. Well months.
Anyway, what I hear is that there is going to be a parade down our street. I can't wait. There will be loads of people right outside my door, just right there for me to bark at. I can bark at the musicians. Or the dancers. Or the marching bands. Or the comics. Or the spectators.
My mind boggles at the thoughts of all there is to it. Whoever thought of this is a genius. A schnauzer loving genius. This will be better than a treat. Better than going to the park. Better than tummy rubs. I really ought to be practising for a bark fest like this. I do the occasional little dry run when out on my walks lately. A little woof here, a little bow wow there.
I'll have my full range ready for the actual day though, I promise.
Of course, as far as anyone else is concerned, I am going to the parade and going to be adorable. I have my costume and everything.
So, keep it to yourself, yea?