Zack and Chloe assure me that this is normal, and everybody is happy about it. Happy, but busy. There’s a lot going on. First we had the eating holiday, then shopping and decorating, and now mommy’s baking brownies for two parties tomorrow: one at work, and one for church. Then they have a dinner Saturday. Eating again? Good grief, no wonder the parronts work out. I guess jumping around like maniacs 4-5 times a week keeps the butt from spreading.
I think I’m picking up on mommy and Chloe’s sense of humor somewhat, too. I certainly love to mock mommy. The whistles daddy taught me are fun, but I love the look on her face when I do the zipper, or sniffing, or her weather radio. That’s the most fun. Daddy says it sounds like I’m speaking Klingon. Hey, that mechanical voice sounds funny!
So it’s a fun time of year, and I’m glad. It’s great to be a part of it, too.
But life sometimes punches you in the gut, despite the season. Before I log off, I want to offer my condolences to GeorgieBoy's mum. Georgie Boy, our 'keep pal, passed away early this week. We're so sorry for that loss and offer our prayers and love to her. We know he and Ollie are singing in Heaven, along with too many other anipals that have crossed that rainbow bridge.
That’s all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.