I'm Having Trouble Getting Inspired
I know there are some people who think that Uncle Steve is my ghost writer for this blog, but here is proof that I do my own work. It's just that I don't feel very inspired right now. Life has settled into somewhat of a rut. I do my breakfast dance, and somebody feeds me. Then I sleep. I go outside for my noon duty. Then I sleep. Uncle Steve comes home early afternoon for a little walk, and I do my duty. Then I sleep. I do my dinner dance, and somebody feeds me. I go outside and do my duty. Then I sleep. I get my bedtime snack, go outside and do my duty. Then I sleep. Notice the pattern. Writing about sleeping just does not seem very interesting.
So last night I decided that I have done enough sleeping, and I wanted Uncle Steve to play. It seems that he thinks the night time is for sleeping. He actually got a little perturbed with me. Dad, thanks for letting him know about the bedtime snack. Maybe that will help me get back into my pattern of "Then I sleep". Although it might be kind of fun just see how ticked I can make Uncle Steve!
Love,
The Speckster
Mom, are you OK?
As you can tell by my picture, I am worried about you. Let Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve know if there is anything we can do.
Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve are taking very good care of me. Aunt Kathy even called during the day, and left a message for me so I would know that they were thinking about me. I didn't hear it until Uncle Steve came home, because I spent the day sleeping on my little throne. (That was very nice of you to bring that over this morning. It really is quite a comfortable place to take a nap.)
Uncle Steve is as well trained as ever. He gives me one little treat every time I go outside, and he really piled on the peanut butter when I had to take my pill. I think he thought he was fooling me, but I know that damned thing is in there somewhere.
We walked down to the house and back for a little exercise, but Uncle Steve got the message that my "Uncle Steve Walks" days are over.
The only excitement for the day, and it wasn't much excitement, is that Uncle Steve carried me back into the house so I could see the two new dogs next door. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting so deaf I couldn't hear either one of them. When the German Shepard Aeva saw me, she wanted to come over and play. Then next thing we saw were here paws at the top of the fence, and then her head popped up. She went back down right away, but I was very impressed how high she could jump. If that had been a regular fence, she would have cleared it with room to spare. Uncle Steve told me she was barking to say hello, but I couldn't hear it, so I didn't bark back. I hope Aeva wasn't offended.
I hope you and Dad are doing OK! Everyone here is remembering you in their prayers.
Love,
The Speckster
