Summertiiiiime, and the livin’ is easy. That’s my motto at least. I had hoped to stop by today and tell you that on Tuesday, I—and OK, my people—would officially be a homeowner but…that’s no longer the case. At least not so soon. Looks like I might be one of seven, instead of only pup for just a little bit longer.
Dad’s been on my case to blog more, but it’s pretty hard as no one around here takes me seriously and will give me a laptop or even a tablet of my own. So it would behoove you, my loyal fans—to pop on over and vote for my entry in Sorrel River Ranch’s photo contest. (I’m on page three, numbers 25 to 36, in case the link doesn’t take you directly to my submission.) It’s a picture of little ol’ me playing farmer while in Utah last year, and if I get the most likes, I win a shiny new iPad. Just think of all the blogging I could do were I to own such a device!
In other news, Mom went and abandoned me again for three weeks to work on a cruise ship, and I got to live it up here in rural Tennessee with Dad, going on many long drives in his Audi, hanging out the window, howling at every cow we passed by.
On the home front, my little brother Knox is now six months old (and a good two pounds heavier than me and our birth mom Katey). He’s become more tolerable…marginally. At least I play with him now and allow him the pleasure of laying by my side instead of snap at his tail every time he lunges in my direction. Baby steps.
Other excitement around here is that my Aunt Kari, who is pretty much my favorite person in the world, is home for awhile
until she moves to Charlotte in October to start her job as a CPA to see me. I’m pretty stoked to get a whole lot of QT with her in the coming months. She just finished her master’s degree from the University of Tennessee, so not only is she pretty, but she’s smart, too! Maybe some of those accounting skills will rub off on me, since Mom is useless when it comes to doing my invoicing and expense reports at the end of each month.
Also of note: We have some squatters who have taken up residence in our backyard, so my outdoor access is often restricted. Instead, I like to watch them from the upstairs window and scare them off with my ferocious bark.
Till next time,