So here I was, all set to celebrate my next upcoming birthdate in fine human style. You know, like humans do. Make a big deal out of each & every family member’s birthdate, the date they were whelped onto AnimalPlanet.com. There I was all ready to celebrate my 12th HY, like 84 of them all together in K9Y. & my folks split. Gone. Out the door. On some big adventure & leave me here to celebrate all alone with my AuntieJudy.
When she comes around 2x/day to feed, walk & cuddle. I love my AuntieJudy. Don’t get me wrong. & we mostly have fun except for 1 little mishap. But it’s not the same. We walked. We talked. Well she talked & I listen but that’s par for the course. Routine. She gave me my -kibble & bits, my NannerChips & my Opiie-Os. & even my treats. But I missed my Mymi & especially on my Special HD. Happy Birthdate to me.
But I still did my duty. I guarded my Domain. I contained the squirrels that often short-cut across the fence. They like to tease me but 1 of these days I’m gonna get me 1. I communed with my Pool Buddy, Sucky Beaver. But Sucky only operates only a short time each day. I watched the birdies. I listened diligently for things happening beyond my borders. Heard a few funny things but didn’t actually have to DO anything about it. It passed by.
AuntieJudy left the TV on, conveniently, for me to remain abreast of the Potty Politic. Seems not much was resolved in the interim. 1 side has crowned a new Prince. The other side is still #ing it out. But the tone & volume remain the same from both sides. Irrelevancies. Mud-slinging. Name Calling. Finger Pointing. Even without fingers, us K9s know finger pointing & mudslinging when we see & hear it. Us dogs are not so dumb & detached as humans wish to believe. There’s a whole lot humans wish to believe that just aren’t true or correct. But that’s a subject for another posting.
But anyway, Mymi’s home almost an HW now. Says a great & grand time was had. She was especially pleased with the visit to KSC where rockets were sent to the moon. Boy oh boy was that ancient history. N’other era when it seems citizens worked together to accomplish something big & significant. Mymi brought back an Old School Sweatshirt to show & impress me with. & I was impressed bc that IS a sweatshirt. All gray & heavy & obviously useful in cool climates which ours here in the Great State of CA can be & which Mymi often complains that these rosie colored lightweight fabrics from which sweatshirts presently made are definitely not. She’s developed her own layered look. Which humans wouldn’t have to do if only they hadn’t shed all their fur multiple eons ago. Again the subject of another posting.
Now we are getting back on our routine & have a lot of ground to cover & make up for lost days of not surveilling My Neighborhood. I’ve been sniffing & scouting & marking all my usual routes & trails. Making sure nothing went awry in my absence & noting new information as it occurs.
Things are getting back to normal. & I’ll get on with it. But still . . . Happy Birthdate to Me. Just sayin’ . . .