My Beautiful Ballooooooooon

Yes, I'd like to fly... far away from all the sadness. My pals, the reigning rulers of the Republic of Gooberstan, obviously knew this and wanted to help.

Today I took my evening break a little early. The weather was so nice, and Klaus was in good hands. Bogart and I had a lovely walkie in the forest - which gives me time both to process all that is going on as well as have the perfect conversation partner, Bogart, to talk with/at. When I returned to the hospital, I went right over to Klaus to tell him all about our walkie. I turned around to put my bag down on the chair, and saw this:

They are AWESOME. I was grinning from ear to ear. All of the nurses were asking who the balloons were from, at first jokingly saying that they must be from a dog. That's exactly right! I am so proud that Bogart is a card-carrying citizen of Gooberstan (code name: Bogartoober), where all the dogs are good-looking, and the humans are above average. (must. change. radio. station)

I brought them over to show to Klaus. I know he would be tickled to be receiving balloons from dogs.

There is another thing that all of the nurses have been coming in to see - I brought in some photos of Klaus and I for him to look at and feel good - they are displayed on a wall. I know that Bogart sometimes thinks since we're his mama and dad we must be uncool or embarrassing, but hey, we were cool once:

Yes, I am wearing a vintage showgirl's costume and headpiece. Yes, Klaus had amusing facial hair back then. Yes, we got married in Las Vegas by Elvis. White. Jumpsuited. Elvis. (oh yeah).

We had to promise to always be each others' hound dog, and to never leave each others' blue suede shoes out in the rain. I can proudly say that we have both lived up to those promises.

The day seems brighter already. Many thanks Stanley and Stella, for making me laugh out loud when I thought I couldn't.

Love,

Lulu