Good Memory.

Every morning Roger takes me for a walk around the neighborhood. He's always astonished that I remember things. C'mon, I can't remember people's birthdays or when my vet check is, but I can certainly remember where some of my friends live. On the days we walk past Snoopy's house, I always try to look into the yard to see if he's there. He's one of my smallest friends, but I'm always happy to see him. Here's a picture of me looking in the yard. I'm on my tippy toes. He wasn't there today, but maybe he'll be there next time.