Happy Herman's Hideaway

Hello, my San Saba loves. I have noticed Halloween decorations advertised, and I have also noticed costumes for dogs. And believe me, I had a conversation with mom about those. If I wished to look like a hot dog, I would get the mustard out of the refrigerator, grab an Oscar Mayer and a bun to prepare my own hot dog, thank you very much! I really have no tolerance for the cliché.

I did something I have never done, and I have no explanation for it. Dad had to call a plumber, and the moment he walked in the door, I greeted him by trying to lunge at him! His name was Russell, and not only was he was a very nice man, but he also has a dachshund he loves and adores very much. My only explanation is I have been in a very strange mood this week. I have nearly driven mom more bonkers than normally she is, if that is even possible. Shall I give you a few examples? I invented a new game; I call it musical doors. What I do is whine at the back door as if I need to go out and when mom or dad get up, open the door I run towards the front door and stand at it looking at them as if they are addle brained. I so enjoy the game. I play it about 20 times a day, but I don’t think the parentals do as dad has told me I can poop on the floor as he will never believe me again. Well guys guess what, my San Saba loves, I do not believe him as he continues to play along.

Dad is now 81 years old. Yep, October 5th was his birthday, but there was no celebration as he said there is no joy in ancient and decrepit. Oh that man makes me laugh. I would think he should be joyful for being alive and still with us, but I suppose he wishes he could still kick up his heels and do all the things a young man can do, like be incredibly naïve and stupid. In March, mom will be 70 so that should make dad a bit happier as there will only be 11 years difference between them and not 12. Somehow it matters to him; silly, isn’t it? If you ask me, and I know you didn’t, mom will always have a childlike manner to her no matter her age.

They say life is what you make it, and I choose to make mine a mix of mischief, hugs, kisses, food, creative thinking and exploration. I was on the back porch the other day. And I saw a green cricket jumping around, so I snapped it up. I brought it inside, was playing with it, and dad put it a paper towel to throw it away. Now understand this: I did not kill it. But I am sure dad smashing it into a paper towel and putting into a garbage can surely did, so who is the real cricket killer? Perspective is everything.

I love you, dear San Saba friends, and I so enjoy talking to you each week. I realize at times I sound like a rambling rose, an overgrown garden of weeds, but I always mean well. I hope you have a really lovely week until we meet again, and thank you for being.