♪I live in my own mind♪

♪Ain't nothin' but a good time♪

♪No rain, just sunshine♪

♪Out here in my own mind.♪

Howdy, y'all.  What's shakin'? 

I wanted to talk about "my tail" today.  Actually, I'm not really sure it's mine at all.  You see, while it is firmly attached to my rear end, I don't know how it got there.  It's always been there, as far as I can remember.  When I was younger, I tried to capture it and hold it for questioning but every time I got it and started to ask questions, it would get away.  So I've pretty much decided it's going to stay a mystery.  But that doesn't keep me from wondering--why is it there?  What is it for?

It wags a lot.  I don't tell it to, it just does.  The funny thing is, though, when it wags, I feel happy!  Now, I'm happy most of the time, so it's not like that's out of the ordinary, but I can't figure out why.  Do I feel happy because it wags?  Does it wag because I am happy? 

I have to admit it is a handsome tail.  If I had gotten to pick a tail, it would look like this one.  I think it suits me.  (And I'm not just saying that because it's listening!)  So I guess it's just one of the many things that make me perfect.