I am ALIVE!
Really and truly.
I know that you haven’t heard a gosh darn thing from me for an eternity and beyond. The missives here have become infrequent. My typist keeps giving me a whole host of, an entire slew of, a hoard, pile and mountain of excuses, reasons, explanations, you name it, for not posting. All fish stories. Grand song and dance routines. Here we are months later, and I’ve had a million adventures and some misadventures, not to mention my first anniversary with Anne, a good Christmas, milestones, new friends, all things I’ve wanted to tell everyone about. I have things to say, dagnabit. To tell and yell. I’m bursting with energy. I zip about doing figure eights all over the house. I can unstuff a toy in an instant, turn the house into seeming snow piles, puffs and tufts of toy all over. (There should be a competition for this.) I’ve even gotten in trouble a few times. (I’ve been eating bark out of the flower garden, and I enjoy crunching it in various places in the house, not to mention, well never mind.) I’m been dying to shout it all out. Sometimes I do around the house. That’s right. I shout it, share it, howl it out much to the chagrin of Ella, who spends most days in some sort of Zen napping position.
Recently I went on a great hike. It was spectacular. I didn’t get any breakfast before the hike, because I usually vomit in the car. I guess this is a little messy to clean up, because I hear some grumblings. So I carbo loaded the night before. I was rearing to go in the a.m.
Here I am on Stevens Trail near Colfax above the American River. Gorgeous January day. Felt like spring. Anne wished she had shorts on and not her jeans. I was quite thirsty and thought I could just trot down this near vertical cliff for a sip of water and zip right back up, but I was stopped. It really didn’t look that far down or too hard.
What a great day! I am a happy and pooped pup.
So Julia, I promise I will try to get my typist to do more typing, because I miss sharing.