Hello, dearest San Saba loves! Lenny here, at least I think I am still a dachshund, a newspaper columnist, and a dog, but I am learning quickly I am not always in charge of things. Guess what? I don’t care for it!
I had to go to the vet last week. Mom went all crazy just because I stayed up all night, walked the floors, looked all sad, depressed, cried if she picked me up, and then refused to eat breakfast! Not only did I get shots, pills to take, but they cut my razor nails while I was there! One really nice thing though, a very pretty blonde lady who brought in a calf with a broken leg fell in love with me! Yeah, I was sitting in a chair with mom right by the front door, and when she came in she said… “aww, a precious wire haired dachshund! Does he have an upset tummy?” She loved on me and was ever so kind! She told mom she loved dachshunds! I might have loved her just a little too!
Mom and I found out we have a very unwelcome guest in our house! We were sitting in the living room watching television when a tiny mouse marched in to complain about mom’s use of cleaning products, affection for organization, and absolute resolve to place all opened foods in sealed containers with lids! It handed out pamphlets on anorexia, and the marched off carrying a sign saying Down With OCD Humans! I would surmise the future for that mouse does not bode well!
Mom bought fake grass to cover some of the dirt that is our back yard. She got a workout getting it unwrapped, unfurled, and in place, but I had so much fun using it to roll around on after kicking up dirt! That was mom’s whole point in getting it; we shall see how long it lasts.
Seeing that mouse made me wonder why we don’t have squirrels in our yard? I get tired of mom being the only squirrelly thing around here! Sometimes I really need intelligent conversation!
I hope each of you have a wonderful week, sweet friends! We think about you, root for you, pray for you and always, always, wish you the best!
Love, Lenny