Happy Herman's Hideaway

Hello dear San Saba friends, and welcome to the looney life of Herman. I have decided that is a rather appropriate way to describe our household because I am king and ruler of it. I settled on the thought because mom watches lots of British television shows, and after seeing Monty Python and all the series on English kings way back in the day…I suit the criteria very well.

This week I had the wonderful occasion to ask mom…“Is it soup yet?” She made the most incredible homemade broccoli soup, and next to chicken, I love broccoli like raccoons finding a full trash can! Now, I realize most people consider soup a winter dining experience, but I eat mine cold anyway. So for me, it is an all year round delight. I was lapping up what mom couldn’t finish, and I paused a moment, looked up at her and said…“What, no crackers? Mrs. Manners would be appalled!”

I don’t know if I have told you guys, but I play Monopoly every day at home. Yep, but it is my own version of the game, and the parentals are my game pieces. I roll the dice, and they move about the house where I want them to be. Mom pretty much has to be with me at all times during the day, and then dad is my after 5 p.m. board piece. It all works out beautifully for me, and my life is filled with happiness and love. What? Do the game pieces get a choice? Um, there is a go to jail, go directly to jail, and it is only for dachshunds. So I would say most definitely!

Dad is at war with mosquitos, and he says they are so little, he cannot even see them biting him. The other day when he was taking me out, I thought he was going into combat as a gorilla warrior the way he was decked out, and I had to ask him if the cannon he loaded was really necessary to combat mosquitos!

As a dachshund, I look at life from the ground up, and that means life looks grand and enormous to me. I will admit there are things that frighten me…when something unfamiliar appears in our house, the blender, vacuum or anything with a motor. I worry so much about my parentals because I love them, but for the most part, I find pure joy at just existing…seeing my green football, picking it up and squeaking it. All we can do is our best and be our best, change what we can and use our hearts to love as much as is possible. I think if we end a day knowing we lived it with all that we could, then we lived it well. I hope you have a wonderful week until we speak again, my San Saba dears. Take care of yourselves; be safe. I love you, and thank you for being.