Alright, Celia, here you go. Well I sat long and hard for about ten seconds, trying to figure or what I would write about. I still haven't thought of anything. I do have a new addition to the family, his name is Marvel, he is 5 months old and covered in fur. No the Commander's genetics didn't come through strong on another child of ours. I have a puppy, he is a pure bed Border Collie, he is now about 45 pounds, and he is a great companion for both myself, and the rest of the Family. I am trying to teach him all of the basic commands, sit, stay, lie down. Once we have these mastered, I will teach him how to put Saran-Wrap on the toilet seat, and of course, how to drive my truck. Dogs are funny animals, you can sit and watch them and never have to turn the television on again. For instance, Marvel likes to lick windows when The Commander is on the other side cleaning them. He loves to sit on the kids and the other dog, he will always lead an attack with his rest end and then once the subject is pinned he goes in for the kill. He loves to parachute into small South American countries, with nothing but a combat knife, and a red bandana, and overthrow a tyrannical regime. He like long walks on the beach, and he likes to cuddle under the stars.
I will share a story, one time Marvel the Super dog Aka Agent M, went to a little country called _____________, and he infiltrated the presidents security posting a dog. Once he was inside he only had 22 and a half minutes to take out the president. After he had located the president, who was outside on the lawn, he squatted down and peed on his carpet. He knew this would start a chain reaction, a guard saw him, scolded him and walked him to the back door, letting him outside. He crept up to the president slowly, being sure to keep his head in the game, he got within give feet and the president turned around. In the presidents hand, there was a dog treat, how could he know thought Agent M. Instantly his tail started to wag, and he could feel himself rapidly losing focus. Concentrate, he barked inside his head. Suddenly, he rolled over into his back, and the president knelt down to pet him, then, Bam. The president was shot down by Agent M, as the guards closed in M had no choice, so he fought. He took out the first guard with some Judo he learned in a fight club in Lebanon, second guard he used Ninjitsu that he learned in Panama. He made his way through the flocks of guards, and finally got to a cliff that overlooked the Ocean. He had no choice so he jumped, he deployed his parachute, and landed safely on a passing U.S. Navy Battleship. Once he was home he crawled back into his kennel, and slept the night away. The next morning he filled me in on what happened, I asked him why he killed the president instead of taking the dog treat. He looked me in the eyes and said, it was an Alpo treat, you know I only eat Purina.
I always liked that conveniently placed passing U.S. Navy Battleship.
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