Since I was adopted as PoolDawg's official mascot, I've always dreamed of being a real dog. Table scraps, car rides, butt sniffing, it all sounds so wonderful. But alas, I'm stuck in this cast molded body with no hope of ever breaking out. No hope until today that is. See, Mike the marketing guy was over at the post office collecting the mail and amongst the bills, orders and junk mail he found this:
You read right my friends! Good old Frank T. Dawg received his first piece of junk mail! I'm not sure how the good people at Pitney Bowes got my name and address, but it seems they really, really want me to order a postage machine.
I'm not sure if this is the first step to me becoming a real live dog, but I've got high hopes!