This is the time of year everyone looks back to see if they have really accomplished anything during the past 365 days. I was discussing this with my Basset Hound, Bentley and our granddog, Pierre the Westie earlier today. They both feel that they had a very successful 2013. I told them it would be fine if they shared their reflections of the past year in today’s blog. I suggested they draw straws to see who would go first but Bentley nixed that idea. Pierre thought he should go first since technically he is a guest in our home. Bentley said that was a lame reason and so it went back and forth. I told them we would go alphabetically which meant Bentley first by either name or breed. Sometimes, it is necessary to put my foot down with those two.
Pierre: Happy New Year everyone! I am so excited to tell you how fabulous my 2013 has been. What? Oh, Granma says I can’t give you an actual day-by-day account so I suppose I will just touch on the highlights. I started the year living with my mom in our apartment. It was just the two of us and we had a great time together. We went to the Mardi Paw parade with Bentley and Tucker. The three of us looked so good. I am still a bit miffed that I wasn’t on the news too but who understands the media. Anyway, my mom’s boyfriend asked her to marry him. She discussed it with me and I told her it would be fine. I’d love to have a daddy and I knew it would make her very happy. The thing was, he lives very far away on an Army base where it snows really deep and gets in the sub-zero temperatures. Now, I’m not saying I couldn’t handle that type of weather but I’m more of a mid-sixties temp guy. I asked her if I could stay with Granma and Papaw until they move to a more reasonable climate next summer. I love my Papaw because he gives me treats. I packed up my stuff and made myself right at home with them. It has been quite an experience. I get to run in the back yard, play chase, and I have discovered these furry animals that like me to terrorize them. Granma calls them “squirrels.” I sit at the back door and watch for them to climb down a tree. I kind of lose my mind when they get on the ground. I run in a circle screaming until they open the door, then I charge out and yell at those squirrels to get out of my yard. They do too; they are really scared of me. Bentley laughs at me because he says I will never catch one but I keep trying. I’ve also discovered some underground squirrels that papaw calls “moles.” I try hard to dig them up but they have eluded me so far. I love to chase lizards but they have gone away since it has gotten cold outside. I miss them and I still check the monkey grass to make sure they aren’t just hiding. I’m being spoiled here at my grandparents’ house but they insist that is their job. Bentley is glad I am here because I get on the couch all of the time and now he can get on the couch too. Before I moved in, dogs weren’tI think that he owes me one for that privilege. Well, I guess I’d better go see if Bentley wants to go outside and bark for no apparent reason; after all, it’s getting late.