Midnight Special

Hi friends,

It was around 8pm, the same time I convinced my dad to hop in an airplane, and fly 1600mi across the globe. Sight unseen, nor prepared. Classic, I thought. When is it my turn though? How could I build an escape getaway with him? I was very dissatisfied with our current living situation, so I began to draw some ideas in order to move somewhere I knew nobody. A nice fresh rush of blood kept running through my mind every time I thought of a new place. Plus, dad was already putting his itinerary together and heading to Canada. Toronto I think. I was excited for him, but I wanted to join too. It was only tearing me apart.


Or could it be we are burning out? Geeze, it’s only been 3 yrs, and most of our writing isn’t really high level work. I think a 1st grader could write better than us, for the most part. WTH is happening? But, there is a silver lining to every disappointment and setback, right? For me, I get bear-sized hugs from dad on a daily basis, and I won’t ever complain because hugs are amazing.


Just when we were about to hit the sack, our friend decided to stop by to say goodnight. It was Angry Allie. I was Happy, I had someone to play with. She took me for a quick walk, but quickly, that walk turned into a different kind of night, and much longer than we anticipated. We decided to make food, stayed up late chatting about life, and we even had tequila shots. Past midnight, and my night was over. The following day, I woke up. I was lucky to wake up. I couldn’t bark for almost 2 days after that wild night. It was rough because I hadn’t drank that much since a puppy. As you can imagine, I woke up with a mini hangover making living another day a horrible experience. Who invented alcohol anyway? I felt there were little animals inside my tummy, too. I couldn’t bear the feeling anymore. I was beat up and I prayed to dad he could cure me from this terrible pain.


But next week should be more exciting and more things to write about. We have a lot in store, and new plans to hit up different spots we’ve never been before. In addition, dad plans to make a small change to the website. We will see if I let him!


Until next time,

Prince Linus

Things With Feathers

Hi Friends,

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 bearings 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 Cory 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 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 was 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,


Purple Palm Skies

Hi Friends,

Happy February!

Time is going by so fast, isn’t? It feels like it was just the New Year 13 days ago. As I was driving back to grandmas, I was wondering how dad’s trip to The Berk turned out. Let’s see.

Me - “Yo, dad! How was your outing at Berkeley?

Dad - “It was nice taking a little spin out there. I embarked on my journey with ambition and great hopes to see something spectacular I had never seen. I felt accomplished at the end of my mini-trip."

Me - “Nice! Want to elaborate?”

Dad - “Sure. It started when I received a letter through mail from a friend of mine I met in grade school. Apparently, he had lost his cell phone, and the only way to reach me was through snail mail. I figured I’d send him a letter too, because I hadn’t sent a letter since, oh god, 2nd grade? And yes, that was the letter to Santa Clause, and I have yet to receive one back. Damn you Santaa! BUT, this could be exhilarating, I thought. It took about 2 wks for us to come to an agreement where we would meet, and the time of pick up. All the back and forth communication through letters was interesting, enormously annoying, but most certainly fun. He needed a ride to Oakland. It was a favor I thought would get me in trouble as it involved a trip to the East Bay, but trouble is, or at least was, my middle name. Normally, the East Bay is not my preferred place to be as I’ve had too many horrible learning experiences, but of course, only the good memories were able to push confidence in me to pull this favor through.”

Wow! Ok, go on.

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Dad - “That evening, we met at the pick up location. Victoria Secret. I’m not sure what he was doing there, but I didn’t question his manhood one bit. We hopped on to the freeway and headed towards the destination. Throughout the drive, we had made plans to hang out that night, but I wasn’t overly excited, because as you may know, most people are flakey. Often times your friends even more. I could smell the BS coming out of his breath. ButterScotch Latte. He was trying to stay up late that night.”


Me - “Ok, so what happened?”

Dad - “Now, I hadn’t been in Berkeley in almost over 2 years so I was pretty excited to even be near it. As soon I dropped off my buddy in Oakland, I float next door to Berkeley and swing by to get a drink at Jupiter. As much as I didn’t want to get a drink, I wanted to see if anything had changed from the last time I had been there. I didn’t care much about meeting anybody. Who I met or what I met, wasn’t my goal. In fact, you would have been the perfect companion that night. I was there for something different, but I didn’t know what it was. As time went by, a lot of great memories past through my head. Linus, Remember the 1st time you came to Berkeley, and we went on a bike ride?”

Me - “Yea that was fun. I was only a puppy.”

Dad - “As it got darker and time was flying at the speed of light, I was getting more tired, and feeling a little out of this world. At that time, I was ready to go back home. Then out of nowhere, like the demon appearing you in the day time, I spot a guy on the opposite side of the table, he grabs his beer and heads towards my direction. He introduces himself and immediately begins to compliment my new haircut, the one you had given me. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and think he was into me, because I would have broken his heart. I’m straight as an arrow, and normally bros don’t approach bros in this fashion. But maybe he smelled the Victoria Secret Scent, or my salacious partygoer attitude exuded vibes that caught his attention. After 20min of gibble-gabble, it turned out he was only looking for someone to go mountain biking with! Great!”


Me - “So you ended up making a friend? That’s awesome!”

Dad - “Yup. I’ll confess. During our chat I was intrigued by this man. He had told me he lived in the mountains for some years without any communication with others. No social media, no contact with friends or family, and only spoke with other animals. Although I questioned his approach and ideas behind to his adventure, I had to admire his courage to commit living in isolation for many years. The whole time I wondered if I could do it. As I stood there confused by this mans thoughts, I couldn’t help but notice his gazing eyes. I imagined years later we would bump into each other at a small cafe somewhere in the middle of the mountains and reminisce about this moment, but thats a story for another time.”

Me - “Something to think about for sure.”

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Dad - “A word he had described to me made me look back and began to spark my old memories once again. In hindsight, I realized I had let it slip past me.”


Me - “What word? Wait. Was he Mr. Estoppel?”

Dad - “Precisely. Hey Linus, want to come with me to see this guy perform in one of the best cities in the world? Location - San Francisco - Month - April. No matter where we are, we will commit to attend the show! Pencil it in your calendar big guy, because we haven’t been out there in a while!”


Me - “You got it! But dad! We forgot the ingredients for the drink!”

Dad - “Nooo! We will have to wait till the next post.”

Well, till next week it is! In the meantime, I hope everyone is enjoying some sun here in the Bay Area!


Until next time,