We all know that dog that lives high on the hog, has his own fluffy bed or better yet sleeps with Mom and Dad in the big bed. He rules the roost, and no one says no to the King. Strikes home with me since our little Ben was King of Granny Mountain! Farm dogs like this one feel like Kings too... they are granted the freedom to be their own boss, to ride in a pickup that they call "mine." To be trusted enough to be left untethered, knowing that their master trusts them to be there when he gets back. My Grandpa's dog was an integral part of the farm. He did as much work as my Grandpa did, and the only thing that he required was food and a place to sleep. For that he was on call 24 hours a day to herd cattle, watch for coyotes in the field or a snake in the yard and bark when someone drove up in the driveway. But if Bozo could have talked, he'd have said that ride in the back of the truck ranked as one of his biggest "perks!"