Happy Herman's Hideaway

Hello, my dear San Saba loves! As I write this, it is Monday and Labor Day. I am familiar with Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, Veteran’s Day, Easter and so forth but wasn’t sure about Labor Day, so I needed to inquire. Mom was in the kitchen taking her morning medication, and I went in and said…“Hey mom, is Labor Day an additional holiday for moms because it hurts so much to have a baby, and they have to go through labor? Should I like scream, pant, and perhaps get some ice chips?” Have you ever seen someone almost choke on heart medication? It isn’t a pretty sight! When she could speak…she told me it merely marked the end of summer. I looked up at her with great disappointment and replied… “Who in the world wants to celebrate that other than dad?”

You know how people play musical chairs - well I now play musical doors. I like to make the parentals take me out the back door, look around a bit, snap at a few bugs, go back inside, listen to a few notes of the music playing, and then go to the front door to go out to the porch. When I am out on the front porch, mom tells me I am literally a nosey neighbor. I stick my nose through the lattice work and spy on neighbors to see what they are doing. I don’t bark at them, just watch to see what they are doing. Hey, it isn’t like I keep notes of their activities or report on the goings on into a watch to some home base! I don’t even wear a watch, but I am a watch dachshund - but more importantly a writer one.

I want to go to Africa, but I am thinking I best take the trip in my imagination because I think even the ants there could eat me alive. It would do me little good to want to write about a place if I had no paws with which to type. Hey, if a lion ate me, I suppose I could tell you guys I just didn’t have the stomach for the place! You do realize it is possible to travel to places in your mind, don’t you? It can be a lot of fun, too. It isn’t just for children to imagine, no sir! Adults are always searching for things to keep them young, wasting money on potions, lotions and creams when real youth is in your heart and mind.

Mom has been watching the series Criminal Minds, and dad says she would have made an excellent FBI profiler. I have no doubt she would have, but I also know she would have been a dead one. Even if she would have survived all the harrowing experiences…the mere brutality and violence of the experiences would have killed her heart. There is a lot of hate and violence in our world right now, and it breaks my dachshund heart as it is a waste of beautiful life. Humans destroy that which is most precious, and I will never understand. In a simple way, I know how I will say…I do not bark at my neighbor in his yard because he has a right to be in it. I do not hate, do not judge, do not exact revenge, do not resent, do not promote prejudice…I am a dachshund, not a human.

Have a wonderful week until we speak next week. I love you, my San Saba friends, and thank you for being!