I didn’t get to visit Aunt Jerre….. Again

Yesterday my mom and dad went to visit Aunt Jerre. They didn’t take me.

I used to go visit her and Uncle Claude all the time, but one of the human cubs is allergic to dogs, and she was going to be there so I stayed at the back yard. Which was just as well, because I think I am allergic to human cubs too.

I was talking to my cousin Arthur the other day, he told me she’s not allergic to him and he was feeling down and feeling less than a dog…. But I assured him that he is a dog and more than likely he will stay a dog for all his life.

Just because a girl who is allergic to dogs can play with him does not making him a not-dog.

So I missed out on going to Aunt Jerre once again, but my dad told me he set her home page to my blog, so she’ll read about my adventures.

:::::::::Hello Aunt Jerre::::::::::

Anyways. So I spent the entire day hanging out at the den enjoying the quiet backyard to reflect on the things matter most.

Smelling my butt, chewing on dead limbs, and relaxing under the sun, and be ready to pounce on my Aunties and Arthur when they come to visit with me.