Okay, I admit it. He’s my new best friend. 

At the beginning, I had my doubts.

He thought my tail was dental floss.

A few warnings and he quit. He learns fast.

I am very happy we have Biscuit. 

We play tug.

He cleans up after me when I drop treats

from my mouth. 

Maybe I can teach him to bring in the paper and mail.

He keeps us company on my early morning walks.

He sits outside on the deck with me and

we guard the perimeters together.

He’s almost up on the window seat

where I will share my favorite spot with him.

We’ll see how that goes.

Life without him was wonderful, but I like this too.

We haven’t been left alone yet.

He likes classical music when he naps in his crate.

Stephanie has brought many, many toys for Biscuit,

and he and I have been destroying them one by one.

Disappeared are a one-eyed red octopus,

a snow-man with a tempting scarf, several stringy thingies,

and lots of other things I can’t remember.

Advice from Oliver: Change can bring opportunity. Take Biscuit, for instance.

As long as I’m with you, I am a happy dog. I’m even happier if we’re in the convertible where the wind blows through my Beardie “blowout.” A blowout is a special kind of windblown effect that some humans pay a lot of money to achieve. As far as I can tell, they look a lot like me after I’ve been in the convertible. I also like the feeling of freedom in my face with sky all around my ears. And green trees to watch faster than I can run. And grass to smell. And the sound of tires under my paws. It’s dogalicious to move through the air. I see birds who flap their wings when they’re on their way somewhere, but I don’t have to do anything except sit quietly in the back seat. I am a good dog in our convertible. Lucky dog. Lucky me.

Advice from Oliver: Hook up a ride in a convertible. You’ll feel about as good as you can possibly feel.

Well, I’m just saying, the last two posts needed more attention. You aren’t getting enough rest. You were all mixed up in the layout of the photos of me and the marigolds and the hummingbird and the dragonfly. Maybe you need to eat more sticks.

I like to stay next to you. Here, you can see me resting next to the marigolds and the hosta and the funny dragonfly that doesn’t move. I am very relaxed but I’m not made of metal. It’s good to rest.  You and I are both resting, watching the hummingbird buzz over us and drink nectar from the tiger lilies. There are only a couple flowers left now, a few phlox and a lilac that blooms in the fall. It’s August, but there are patches of red leaves over the ponds already. The leaves wouldn’t turn red unless they rested. I do a lot of resting. You needed a lot of rest today because you cut up a tree that fell across the road. I sat in the back of the car and supervised. After you cut up the tree, you rested all day. When you rest, you are very quiet. You know who is almost never quiet?

Or so. I can’t really tell how high the trees are because I’m a land-bound dog.

That means I’m a dog and I bound up in the air when I get excited but I cannot, no I cannot, leap from branch to branch. And doggone, I have the sense not to try.