Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

• Gone with the wind
  

Woof woof Yippie-ki-yay, mo**********, oh sorry, I'm either not Bruce Willis or this is the wrong film.
You had noticed a film theme running through my doggy posts hadn't you?

I am Johnson, Dog Raconteur and, as the title says, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. I'm just the story teller.

So, did I tell you about Ted's friends at work? No? Well here we go then:
Once upon a time in the deep south (now Mrs Ted would probably dispute this term with Ted but let's face it when you come from Scotland you CAN call this place "the deep south") a lonely Scotsman started to work for the Evil Empire and was assigned a mentor. At first Ted did not know what to think about his mentor but then he discovered that he was owned by a DOG!
Well of course that changes everything. Now Ted and Buddy are buddies and it turns out that they do indeed share many common values and opinions. A good chap to know.

Also, on Ted's journey of indoctrination into the Evil Empire, he encountered a young lady who caught his eye. Pretty young women have always "caught Ted's eye" but this one has a particularly useful asset; the innate ability to understand Ted's Scottish accent and dry sense of humor. Very unusual around here and so they have adopted each other. As she is young enough to be Ted's daughter I shall call her "Wee Jeanie"
Wee Jeanie is the reason Ted does not jump off the harbor bridge every time the Evil Empire comes out with more unreasonable demands. She is the voice of reason at work whilst Mrs Ted is the voice of reason at home. And it's just as well he has both of them since the harbor bridge could be described as being in between and therefore accessible for jumping from in either direction.

Perhaps I will refer to Ted, Buddy, and Wee Jeanie as the Three Musketeers since they do embody the spirit of "One for all and all for one". On second thoughts that does leave Wee Jeanie holding the short straw as I don't see her as an Aramis, Porthos or an Athos.

Ted assures me that there are other good folks working with him and he only really gets ticked off with one individual (there's always one) on a regular basis but you humans just hit it off with some folks better than others and that is what defines a good friendship. Of course dogs just love anybody who will pat them and feed them - what else do you need in life?