Mom and I went dancing. With a lot of other people and dogs, too. Mrs. Dogs On The Inside and Fyre were there; Ms. I Love Jib and Dazzle were there; Willie and Molly and Watson and too many to sniff were there, too. Mom even got hugged by someone who smelled like paint who she hasn't seen in a very long time. He was important. But he didn't have any cookies in his pocket.
Then Mom and I danced. I got cookies!
We heeled and backed up and serpentined and spun left and right and touched noses-to-hands and circled and had a grand time.
Mom says I was a star. She says she would love to dance with all the collies in her life, too. All at once!
I say, Keep the cookies coming!