Making Mama Smile

I have spent this past week taking care of mama. She's been unhappy. Today is 8 months since dad has been gone, and well, she's just had a crappy week all around. So today I assumed my position in back seat (my "CEO spot") and insisted that we go out to have some fun.

Can you spot the handsome Dale in this photo?

Yep, I'm "guarding the car" while she runs into the grocery store. I'm not complaining, she always comes out with a bottle of water and some treats for me which usually means we're going for some sort of walkie.

In trying to keep mama amused, I saw this large stick. You may call it a tree, but to me it's just a super-sized stick.

Check it out mama, I'm going to bring this home to add to my awesome stick collection.

First let me get it into a more manageable piece.

Mmm. Tasty. Not very portable, though. This one may have to stay.

So we made a stop at a new pet store in our neighborhood, Nature's Pet on NW 21st. Wowza! They have quite the selection of awesome treats and food. I was transfixed.

I checked out the place from top to bottom, because mama said I could have a treat. But what to get? I've even looked through all of the kitty stuff.

Mmm. This was the bone I chose. And I've got to say that I'm pleased.

This has been a week full of leaves. Yellow ones, brown ones, red ones, all over the place. It makes things a little slippery, even for a gentleman with four-wheel drive such as myself.

So you can imagine how much slipping and sliding the humans do. I'm working hard on not pulling mama too much, I can't afford for her to hurt herself out here. I need my walkies!

See, I'm thinking of YOUR WELFARE mama...

Ah, this fine stick is large enough for my personal taste as well as portable enough to get into my apartment. That'll work.

But wait - what is that in your hand mama?

Ooh, I'll take that one!!!

Hey lookie here - BASSET HOUNDS!!! And there are two of them!!!

I don't think I've been able to sniff a Bassett before - what a cutie. And what a great howl they have!

So today is 8 months since dad has been gone. We miss him like crazy. Mama and I were sitting on our bed, talking about him, and we looked onto our window and saw this:

See that large, odd-looking black thing? That was a ladybug. In our apartment. On our window. As we were talking about dad. My big, badass dad. ANOTHER ladybug sighting.

Love you dad, wherever you are, and thanks for sending the ladybugs...

Love,

Bogart