I haven't blogged much and for the first time in a while I really have gotten behind in reading blogs. For that, I'm getting awards and a cool pressie. Maybe I should just shut up all the time. Nah! That's not going to happen. But there are so many thanks in order I thought I better do them it two evenings. Awards tomorrow, I hope, pressie and other business tonight.
I want to say a BIG thank you to
J.D., Max and their Mom for all the work they've done and are still doing on the
auction for Shelby. I feel awful about not getting online to bid on something, but a lot of the things we put up sold, so I'm happy about that and even happier that the auction really did raise a considerable contribution to Shelby's care.
Now I have to tell you about the big surprise I got yesterday. I got mail! I generally get much better mail than my humans do and this was no exception.
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| I've got mail! |
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| Someone bring my reading glasses! |
It was from my Rhodesian Ridgeback furiend,
Boomer Miller! Boomer sent me mail! How exciting is that? Very, very exciting! So, what's in the envelope? I need to know.
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| This is pawfect! |
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| Boomer, how did you know? It's just what I needed! |
To be honest, I like having a little brother. I kind of love Franklin. Maybe even a lot. But there are moments now and then when I remember what it was like being the sole canine center of my universe and sometimes I miss it. It kind of lifts my spirits to have this and say, "Nyah, nyah!" at those moments. OK, I can be a bit of a bitch at times. Comes with the territory. Not that it's entirely true. I will always be top dog here as long as I'm on this side of the Bridge. I got that in writing just to be sure. But they probably love Franklin just as much. Just sort of differently, due to the fact that he's young and kind of goofy. But I don't have to tell him that, do I?
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| Oh, I feel right on top of my game again! |
Thank you again so very much, Boomer. You are a thoughtful and kind Ridgeback and I'll be furever grateful.
I can't close this post out without expressing Get Well wishes for
dear little Molly. She's sickies again, and fighting like a teeny tiger again, too. We are sending all the pawsitive vibes that we can, Molly. I hope you can feel them.