Hello. It’s me!!
On these freezing cold and clammy days of mid-May, the mind wanders … wanders toward thoughts of dear Wendy. And then, almost as if on schedule, this arrives in the mail.
Oh. M. G.
Here’s what I am supposed to look for.
Now how hard can that be to find, #amirite?
I’m literally bustin’ down doors to get outside and find Wendy. I ask the neighborhood what they’ve heard … here’s our conversation (please visit the website if the video does not emulate via email).
We didn’t get very far with that conversation.
So I asked Dad to take me into town. I looked. I searched. I researched threats.
Just rusted metals, pups.
I freaked out when I thought I saw Wendy.
Ok, not Wendy.
I stealthily monitored another canine.
I pondered injuring my back by waltzing down the stairs to see if Wendy awaited at the bottom … but no, not on this day.
On this gloomy, cloudy, damp, dank, clammy mid-May day, my thoughts turned to Wendy … a lovely young lady who only asks me to find her. And find her I will!