♪Listen to my story about a family from MaineWho saved their money to fly on a planeDown to Florida for to have some funAnd that's when this story comes undone...♪
As you may know, I was dog~sitting last week for my grandpuGGy. That's what I call my son and daughter-in-law's pug as he was their first baby. Like so many newlyweds, they had a
practice puppy. ☺
John, Fioré, Bazil and I had a
pretty good week, though I never
dared to send this collage, which
was meant to say all is well. As you can see, all was not exactly well. Bazil
(rhymes with "frazzle") was
Sam spent his souvenir money on four baseballs. He is now in search of a display case.
I would have ordinarily taken photos of our BBQ, but the gang was all looking a bit peaked. John told them that they were "survivors." Yes, they are whole and intact and safely home.
Bazil was thrilled to see his family again. As we drove nearer and nearer his home, he got more and more anxious until he sounded as if he were hyperventilating. I asked John to let us out lest there be an accident in the car. Bazil pulled me up the street at a full trot and bounded into the house to hugs and kisses and pats. Later, as we sat around the table, I noticed that Bazil was lying on the deck dozing without a care in the world. He was not anxious, he was not whimpering in his sleep. All was well. He was home.