Hello beautiful friends, it finally rained, and the ground got a drink of water! Man, it was getting so bad the grass in our yard felt like cement and the sticker burrs were like shards of glass! Those things get on my face, my feet, my legs and all over my body! It is not so much fun being inches off the ground, but what really isn’t fun is being confused for a pin cushion!
It has been nice sleeping without the air conditioner. I must have asked mom a thousand times if our air conditioner needed to see a doctor because it sounds as if it has pneumonia! Its lungs rattle so loudly, I got up one night and tried to open mom’s bottle of NyQuil to pour on it! Mom told me she was very glad I was a too short dachshund!
Mom has been picking up pecans in our yard, but when I picked one up and ran in the house with it in my mouth, she acted as if I had committed a felony! She kept saying “Freeze where you are” and “Drop it”! Evidently, there is something in the shell and nut harmful to dogs, plus they are a choking hazard! Um, why is she picking them up? Who is going to eat them? Will she give them to Santa instead of cookies?
Mom believes I am so intelligent I need to be challenged, so she bought me a brain teaser feeder. I have to turn a center plastic holder thing that deposits food into various shapes into the wheel at the end of a circle. Then I have to move the shapes a certain way in order to get the food. I figured it out in mere seconds! I will be going for doctorate in puzzle solving soon and probably a weight loss vet!
I asked mom what she crocheting the other day, and her answer confused me because she said “nothing.” Um, I think my next question makes sense…why? What is the point in crocheting nothing, for whom does one crochet nothing, and how does one know when one is finished with crocheting nothing? Perhaps I need to buy mom a puzzle feeder to occupy her spare time, but I don’t think lettuce and tomato would work all that well in one. I think she would end up with lettuce juice.
You know how humans say when pigs fly? Well, I need to fly. Not really, I need to go bark at flies, invisible invaders, and all blades of grass that dare to move. I love you, and I hope our world is still standing when you read this! Love, Lenny