Last Friday was the big day.  World-famous Dogsters Star, Winnie, and Tim arrived at my house.  I was happy.  I was nervous.  After all, now I was worried about whether or not they would like me AND what my Super Secret Mission was supposed to be.  Normally, forgetting stuff doesn't bother me.  Almost every day the bosses say something to me...like "Down," and expect that I am going to remember what it means.  That doesn't bother me at all.  But I really didn't want to disappoint Bad Cuz.  Other than his spineless response to my knitting problem, he has always been good to me.

So I fretted.

Then they were here.  We all went straight out for a walk.  For a little while I was able to forget all my worries.  Sidewalk gum to sniff!  Birds to bark at!  How I love a good walk.  Then we were home again and everyone was hanging out in the kitchen.  Star and Winnie came up close to me.  They were whispering sweet nothings in my ears.  I was overcome.  They were so beautiful, so sweet smelling!  I was smitten.  I knew I would do anything to make them happy.  I thought I heard Winnie whisper sweetly, "What's the Secret Mission, Lyle?" and I suddenly I thought of Bad Cuz and I freaked out.  "No!" I shouted.  "You can't get my secrets!" And to prove it I took Tim hostage at tooth-point.  I know, I know.  It was drastic.  Uncalled for.  I'm ashamed of myself.  Even Bad Cuz said I went too far.  In my defense, though, I didn't give up any secrets.

Everyone was still really nice to me after that.  Star even let me finish her rawhide.  Tim seemed to understand that it wasn't personal.  Terriers understand the importance of secret missions, I think.  We all had a really good weekend and I can't wait for them to come back for the World Chicken Festival.  I hope my mission will be over by then.