Precious Peeps it’s PITS. I am unable to heave you over the humpty as my heart is too heavy worrying about my Grandpa.
He has been away in hospital and Scooby and I miss him so much.
He is always at home with us unlike Granny and Dad.
Yesterday we had to spend almost the entire day alone just us canines.
I am starting to warm to Scooby.
He is maybe not so Grumpy after all.
Granny did briefly return mid afternoon and feed us and let us out in the yard but we need Grandpa!
I promise I’ll be very good. His ETA back at the ranch is August 22nd as he now has a tube inserted in his right lung and that will have to be removed first along with all the fluid it’s draining.
You know Ma and me share our dreams when we wake up well I had a good one last night about a great big bone. It must have come from a steer because it was very juicy.
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Ma’s was a really funny one.
She says it was all about a yellow bikini. Before you jump to conclusions it did not have polka dots.
Seems her cousin Barbara gave this to her. When Ma tried it on it was more than a tad snug but Barbara insisted Ma wear it to the beach.
So Ma kept it on and put her jeans and a t-shirt over it.
Don’t ask me where this beach was. Ma said it was remotely familiar so probably in Ireland.
Here’s the kicker though when Ma got to the beach and stripped down to the bikini she had a figure like Cyndi Crawford and everyone was saying they had to take her photo. The bikini now was a perfect fit!!!!!!
What does this mean? One things for sure no bikini will be worn here today as once again it is pouring!!!
Precious Peeps it’s PITS still PERFECT but currently PETRIFIED as yet another storm is passing through.
Regardless I will whistle you into what I hope will be a wonderful weekend with some musing on the silver linings to the clouds I’ve recently encountered.
First, Dad lets me snuggle up even closer to him and get under a huge pile of blankets even if it’s like a hot house in our room.
Secondly, Granny gives double rations of milk bones as her love language is crunchy. Storms do not curb my appetite!
Thirdly, the Grey Gizzard stays close to me and licks me till near death to calm my nerves. I am now extremely clean.
Finally, and this is the one that will blow your socks off, my Grandpa allows me to sit on the sofa with him and better yet covers me with a blankie and pats my back.
Who’d have thought.
Now dears here’s the deal. Whatever is troubling you right now just ask yourself what little sunny surprises this has brought you and try to find a few flowers among the weeds.
There you go Pitty Philosophy finished for this Friday. I’ll talk to you all soon when my shakes have stopped.
Precious Peeps it’s Pits here to heave you over the humpty. I’d be glad if you’d reciprocate because I have just had the worst 24hrs of my life.
It stormed almost all day. There were 90 mile per hour winds in our main city Columbus and power lines fell for miles like toothpicks.
Fortunately we didn’t have that strong wind and didn’t loose power.
We had so much lightening I thought my heart might explode it was going so fast and it rained and rained and then rained some more.
In total our town had 3.5 inches of rain but where some of our friends like Aunty Liz live streets turned into rivers. The governor has declared a state of emergency in a number of Ohio counties.
I suppose I should be grateful that while it was bad here it could easily have been a lot worse.
Alas we are not out of the woods yet as more storms are set to come our way but there are some windows of calm too that will allow me to get out to go potty.
Yesterday I was fit to burst.
Grandpa keeps saying that the whole world weather has gone crazy this year and he’s been around for light years longer than me.
I hope you are all OK. Eat some cookies if you’re not. Crunching is calming and remember I love you almost as much as myself!