Hot air balloons, ranch dreams and haircut horrors
Hello, my San Saba loves, and how are you? If I didn’t know better, I would think the news headlines lately had been scripted by some Hollywood horror movie script writer. Between massive wildfires, C-19 and police shootings, it seems life is one depressing hole of which we can’t climb out, but I am a dachshund, a burrower, and I know the way out…live while and where you are!
I thought dad was going to dance a jig when the weather got cooler this past week! I am telling you guys, it was like someone flipped a switch in his head, a happiness light went on and there was a spring in his step, a smile on his face and new energy inside him. Mom on the other hand, had blankets pulled up to her neck, and for a moment when I would walk into the living room, I would think Cousin It from the Adams Family was sitting on the couch. I am always surprised by mom’s aversion to cold because the woman is so verbose and filled with so much hot air! I am not kidding…I am quite surprised I haven’t seen her rise up into the air and float over the skies of San Saba and people yell…“Look, up in the sky…it is a plane, no, it is a Lindy hot air balloon!”
I told dad I want to have a ranch. Yep, I want cows and horses, sheep and goats. I think it would be so much fun to have animals around that need us and for us to nurture. I would gladly help dad every day, and they all could be my best friends. Want to know what dad said when I told him my idea? He said… “Herman, I love you, and you already ready have a ranch…it is in the refrigerator. It is made by Kraft. Go ask your mom to fix you some broccoli, and you can use it as a dip.” I don’t think I will be getting any cows, horses, sheep or goats.
I haven’t had a hair cut in so long, dad is threatening to get the scissors and give me a haircut, a home style haircut. Um, let me just say dad shakes so badly sometimes when he is shaving his head, he ends up shaving the hair off the cat next door. So his plan strikes terror in my heart! Luckily, mom gave him the phone number of some groomers to put in his new phone. If I have to be shaved, better by someone skilled than Harold Happenstance Hands!
Well, my dearest San Saba loves, I hope you have a wonderful week until we speak again. Keep those who are dealing with life threatening troubles in your heart, spend your days giving as much of yourself to life as is possible and thank you for being!