Dog day diaries…
From the diary of an old St. Bernard in the not-to-distant future who has retired to The South:
Dear Master,
I think back often to the time I spent with you in rural Connecticut. How you rescued me from the St. Bernard breeder in Cheyenne and gifted me to your youngest son Henry. How his eyes lit up at the sight of me and what it meant to be the family pet – nay – family member, for 14 blessed dog years. Those middle years were surely the ruffest. I ached from a life of running up your cruelly built spiral staircases and slippery cherrywood floors. You will also remember that I suffered most prodigiously from PTSD after all those infernal 4th of July fireworks.
I remember how you felt my pain and decided to order Canna-Pet CBD products to heal me once and for all. At first you tried to sneak the CBD in a rolled up piece of salami but I knew. I always knew. The Canna-Pet Hemp enriched biscuits helped me overcome my pains. As a Saint Bernard it wasn’t always easy to get around – but get around I finally did with the help of you and the missus. I shant forget the bones, stimulating walks and Frisbees thrown. You gave me my golden years with the help of Canna-pet.
With love from your best friend and St. Bernard from the years 2002-2018,
Rufus P. Thompson (Good Boy)
Hilton Head, South Carolina