OKAY, I MESSED UP ... Sorry

I HAVE TROUBLE

with calendars. For me everyday seems pretty much like the day before. Same-o same-o. Get up, stretch, yawn ... whew, Master says I have bad breath. I don’t understand because we brushed our teeth last night. But he sprays something in my mouth and it tastes pretty good—I can put up with it.

SO WITH A FRESH MOUTH AND EVERYTHING

it’s on with the leash—and if it’s raining outside, strapping on the proverbial blanket which is not my favorite thing. If I get soaked, I can’t do anything with my hair so the blanket is part of a dog’s life in the Pacific Northwest. But I digress. (Like that word? Master taught me that. It just sort of rolls off your tongue and down on the paper, if you know what I mean.)

And we’re off for our first walk of the day. I pick where we are going and it’s usually the same every morning. There are places we go and people we meet and dogs we see along the way that are like BFFs, you know? The first walk I take him on is a good mile round trip. Since we live on a mountainside, half of it is uphill through the neighborhood. I don’t really need to walk this far to take care of things, but I want to make sure he gets enough exercise. It’s part of the job.

THEN IT’S BACK HOME

for breakfast. Not much imagination here. Pretty much the same everyday. But if Master has something interesting going on his plate, I abandon the bowl and sit and stare until his very last bite. Then I give him the look. You know, the one that says, “surely you’re not going to eat that last bite are you?” It will be mine if I’m lucky. Master says he should have named me, Last Bite.

Now it’s time to take a nap. Master likes it when I take naps. He says it gives him a break so he can write or whatever. I’m okay with that. If he’s been at it too long and my nap is over and we should be doing something else, I just stroll over and lay my head down on top of his iPad and mess up the last paragraph. That always gets him going.

I REALLY AM SORRY

I messed up a few weeks ago. Honest. I used to mess up a lot when I was young. It was kinda cute then, but eventually I learned there are some kinds of messes that do not bring out the best in Master. That was back when I was young. I’m three now. And three months. But again, I digress.

I jumped the gun when I told you Master was back and writing new blogs (this is another great word … makes me want to get a drink). He was writing all right, just not what I thought. He said I had to apologize so this is it. Don’t look for anything else. This is as good as it gets. Oh, and he says now it’s okay to tell you he is starting up again (sigh, are we sure?). He is going to begin posting, I think maybe even next week. Watch for it.

I’ll see you around. Until then, if you have a dog ... or even a cat, give him or her a hug. We are one of the few in the neighborhood you can hug safely these days with this COVID-19 thing hanging around. I can’t speak for your cat, but I know for sure dogs look forward it.

I’m out of here. Woof.

GAGE is right this time. I’ll be here next week with some fresh “perspective.” ~W