How was Valentines? And how was February? I can’t believe today is the last day of the month, woof woof.
Do you remember dad’s disheartening story?
Poor guy, can’t get his bearing straight when it counts the most. I have faith he will never go back to remember those days.
Me - “Dad, do you have any stories you want to share with us for this month?”
Dad - “I don’t have much to say this month. I’ve run out of words, buddy. Actually, do you remember our friend we met at the concert? Well, she stopped by to say hello. She was looking for you, but you weren’t home. Where were you by the way?”
Me - “Oh yea! Wow, I thought she hated me after I bit her toe? It’s been a while. Anyhow, I went with Cuckoo Cachoo Claire to the park.”
Dad - “You walked there? Or did someone pick you up?”
Me - “I took an Uber. It was my first time, and quite an experience being I was the only doggie during the 1hr ride. Could you imagine the faces of everyone that were riding next to me?”
Dad was reluctant to share any stories this month, but I hope next month is different and he has a lot to say. However, dad always tells me that hope is not a strategy, so I’ll need to find a way to pick his brain and break into his “busy” life. I like how he pretends to be busy most times. What a joke!
That day, I got back home from the park without anything else planned for the day. I went to the backyard to see if there was anything I could play with, or tear up, while dad was at work. I thought I would be pretty much free to do anything, but dad got home a bit earlier than I expected, and he caught me red-handed messing with his stuff.
After talking some sense into him, he was cool about the whole situation. Of course, my kisses went a long way into comforting him. He was happy for the rest of the night, and I convinced him to hit the town to catch a big gulp of fresh air.
Anyone know of a doggy sitter? In need of one in 3wks! Please let us know.
See you all next time,