I’m running late on the banter this morning because my presidential personal assistant aka Ma decided she’d type up the message I dictated earlier while ARETHA is having her first 5000 mile service.
It’s sort of like going to the vets except at the Kia dealers they have a very luxurious waiting area where you get free hot drinks and snacks while you can relax and smell that new car aroma.
I’m a bit mad she didn’t take me as I could have made contact with the dealers who might have helped my campaign but she said I’d need a service dog collar to get in.
Anyway that’s not what I want to share with you. I’m thinking of ways to spread the word about my wisdom.
I think cousin LG can play a role.
See since she was just a little pup she’s been a worker.
Now that she has grown to her majestic GREAT DANISH delightful dimensions she will be hard to miss on the trail.
Just imagine how impressed you’re be if she walked up to you and handed out my manifesto.
The biscuits I think I’ll reserve for my energy usage.
I’ll need them for that March to Iowa
In the meantime I’ll continue to pose for pics. Don’t you think the lighting is just perfect in this one. Great for a front page.
Conscious of the importance of appearance in the run for the White House I went for some fine tuning this week at Top-Knots.
The drive was absolutely beautiful as it was so sunny that day and we could see all the signs of spring.
Cranes were back feeding in the Olentangy River. We saw a whole flock and googled to find that the collective name is a Sedge.
Gave Mom some noble ideas!!!!
Since I was in such good shape I was shampooed, snipped and styled in an hour but Ma was working so I got to visit with the other customers having a groom.
They all have such good humans so I campaigned a bit to get their votes. I definitely can’t miss a change to promote my greatness.
Oh and of course it helps when I get to feature on Facebook too.
The bold Saint Patrick is meant to turn the sunny side up. Well there is a gale going on outside since two o’clock. Maybe the sun will blow in later. Wee bit blustery right now!
Our hearts were warmed and cheered though by good wishes from Auntie Marsha and family.
Wouldn’t you know that only she can find a card for the occasion that mentions tea.
Ma is serving a free hot mint brew (because that’s what he’d have had to drink) and shamrock shortbread all day today to celebrate the good man.
He has a stellar reputation all around the world not just in the Emerald Isle.
Maybe I’ll drive out the snakes in the USA as part of my presidential mission. There are quite a few vipers around. Should go down well with the voters.
We had 17 deer in the yard yesterday morning. I think they are mounting a campaign to support by candidature.
I couldn’t get them all in one frame so you’ll have to trust me on the numbers.
Much as I appreciate the support I am perplexed as to why they love our place so much. Maybe it’s the quality of the grass based on the amount of nitrogen a certain. Princess puts into it each day.
At least one of those Doe’s is expecting. I bet it’s Memorial’s Mom come back to inspect the ranch to make sure it’s in good shape for her next delivery!
I think a deer would make a very good symbol for my party much better than this donkeys and elephants nonsense.
Seems everyone else who’s planning to run is heading to Iowa.
Looks like a sunny sort of place but Des Moines is a strange name.
Of course being a polyglot I know it means « from the monks » so it must be a quiet spot too. Most unsuitable for noisy Princesses!
I’m pretty fast at walking as Auntie Denise will tell you so I recon I can make it in less than two weeks by paw.
I can’t starve for that long so I’ll have to find food along the way.
Better map out a Paneras path. I enjoy a good bit of baguette and a croissant for brekkie and I know, based on the bro’s prior employment with them that they trash really good stuff.
Maybe I’ll suck up to him and see if he fancy’s a roadtrip as my campaign manger. The way he drives we could do that in nine hours no bother so we could leave Saturday and be back for work on Monday.
We can leave trouble at home to help Mom « faire du pain au cuisine »
We got a little bit of a surprise yesterday morning. It had snowed overnight. I stuck my nose out and declared it festive.
Ma I said « let’s pretend it’s Christmas again ». I was thinking maybe a fresh bone would be on the menu when Ma quickly replied « Your some pup Scoob that will be perfect for the Oscar Party »
She started digging in the freezer and my hopes rose.
Alas no. She pulled out some boring sliced Turkey breast saved from that gigantic bird she got on sale some time ago.
No bones alas but surely even the bro couldn’t eat that much stuffing. Everyone knows it’s not the Turkey that’s tasty it’s all the things that go with it.
Oh and what a party it was! An Oscar win for An Irish Goodbye. Made in Northern Ireland and starting James Martin the first ever Oscar winner with Down’s Syndrome!