March 2011

Good Morning, Family and Friends,

It's 4:55 AM and we are up and ready for a ROAD TRIP! Have I ever pontificated on road trips? Are you impressed with that big word? My mommy was an English teacher and she's taught me some pretty impressive words. 'Course, I don't actually use them when I'm talking 'cause I talk in DogSpeak. DogSpeak is one of the oldest languages in existance and not all humans are able to translate correctly, but my mommy and daddy are pretty good at it. Once in awhile they goof up, but I can usually get my message across with volume and persistence. On the other paw, they have taught me some English. For instance, I know red, green, pink; cookie ball, frisbee, bone, truck, road trip, NO JUNI, and socks. Oh, did I not tell you about socks? I'm really proud of myself for this one. Sooooo, almost every morning, Daddy and I go on a road trip to somewhere. Mostly we go up to Uncle Eli's in Bristol where Daddy meets his buddies and has a cup of coffee. I, on the other paw, stay in the truck and have a nap. I used to go into Uncle Eli's shop, but he has this HUGE.....and I'm talking bigger than my 96 pounds and all muscle...Achida.....Akita.....blue-eyed Alaskan dog named Cujo. Yup, Cujo. He's my age, and when we were little, we'd play and have the best time. Then he got big and his paws? Twice the size of mine. One day he hurt me, and then he wouldn't leave me alone, so now I won't get out of the truck. I love the ride, and I always want to go, but I won't get out of the truck. Makes me too nervous. Uncle Eli feels really bad that I won't come in anymore, and I do love Uncle Eli, but ya gotta protect yourself, ya know? So, I don't go in. I'm not very comfortable in other people's homes, anyhow......I'd rather go in, say my hellos and get right back into the truck. That way I'm safe, AND there's no leavin' me behind. Get it? But I digress........back to socks.

So, when it's time to go on our road trip, my daddy tells me to go get his socks. He leaves them on the chair in the bedroom.......one day, I'll actually take them out of the drawer, I'm sure, but learning takes time and puppy steps........and I just think for a minute.....I always have to think for a minute.....and then I go down, get his socks and bring them back to him. It makes him laugh for some reason, but them he scritches my ears and tells me I'm such a smart girl and, when I was just learning, he'd give me a little cookie. Now? Not so much. Now it's just that love thimg......which is OK......but better with a cookie. My doctor says I've had too many. I'm on a diet. A no cookie diet. I hate it.

Well, I'll come back after we've been to Mommy's doctor and tell you what she said. Mommy is sooooooooo bored, and she hopes she's well enough to have some activity this week.

Have a great day. I love you all,

Juni