Looks like me when I was a young squirt, I was a little bigger and a little creamer in color, but just as cute.
I haven’t written for a while because it has been in turmoil
around here. I haven’t let it upset me too
much though—as long as I am with Mom everything is ship-shape.
We moved—that was fun. Not so much for Daughter Dear and Mom,
but Bear and I settled into the truck, with a cat crawling over us, and Little
Boy Darling strapped into his car seat beside Bear and we made it from
California to Oregon—took us four days. Hotels are fun. We sniff for evidence
of other dogs that have left behind scents—you wouldn’t believe—the world is
one big smell fest.
And then in Oregon we looked for houses and stayed with Daughter
and Natasha her dog who runs over me—hey, I’m a little dog and not too fast on
my feet. Handy that I’m a small dog—in
the truck I can nestle down between Daughter Dear, lay my head on Mom’s thigh,
and the world slips by until a McDonald’s sign flashes past my vision and I
send psychic signals to mom to stop. McDonald’s has the best water, and if I
ask really nice I get a hamburger or a chicken fillet.
We found a lovely house where the frog’s sing at night. (No
lizards though.) We’re settled in.
So now, what’s next?!!!
