Hey there. Brutus here again. I know you haven’t heard from me in awhile but I just had to get on here to tell you about my mom and dad. Sometimes I just can’t figure them out. Now you know in my five short years here on earth I’ve been more places than a kennel full of dogs could ever imagine existed. I got to the point that I enjoyed taking off at a moment’s notice. After all, much of my time has been spent on the couch dreaming about treats, cats, and just where to lick myself next. But here we are now, settled in on the coast of North Carolina. They talk about the beach but have they taken me….no way.
They left yesterday morning, saying they should be back shortly and here they come about four hours later and I didnt’ recognize them. Dad looked like a red christmas tree bulb and all mom did was sweat and say they stayed too long at the beach. Had they taken me I could have made them return prior to that fiasco but they never even mentioned me going along. And then last night they went off with new friends to play some kind of stupid game while I just sat here and watched Sunday Night Football. That was alright though as those Packers pulled it out in the last minute. Now take today. They didn’t go over to the office until 10. Talk about a life. Mom gets to sleep in late every morning and sometimes my bladder just can ‘t go that long before I have to jump around to get dad’s attention to let me out. Later in the afternoon they left again to go to the bank and out to eat.
They weren’t gone but a half hour and they were back. Absent-minded dad left without a wallet, money or any bank cards. He claims it’s his age but the guy is so forgetful because he’s always thinking about other things instead of the subject at hand. Got his money and left again. At least when they got back mom had a goody bag for me. She always comes through like that. They took me for a long walk and then back to the RV. I thought that was it for the night but dad surprised me by taking me along with them to the driving range to hit some golf balls. Mom still a little timid with that knee of her’s but that will come in time. But tell you what, if she listened to dad more often she’d get better so much quicker. He’ s gotten a lot better over the summer. We stayed there until dark and then back for some Monday Night Football. I whined until they changed the channel as the game is a bit boring. I’d rather watch that foxy Osbourne lady with that British accent. And the commercials with those squirrels on the road. Oh my, just let me get a hold of those succors. I’d show them whose boss around here. Gotta go. Got some licking to do.