Hello! It’s me.

The tradition in our house on New Year’s Eve is the serving of a delicious Grasshopper (click here). I’d rather suffocate licking one than not have access to one.

May you have a great New Year!! I’m looking forward to a lot of travel in 2018, as long as Dad gets the macerator discharge hose fixed.

Hello. It’s ME!!

I wrote a song for Christmas. I thought you might like to read the lyrics.

My dear friends.

Bought me wine.

And the wine scared the living daylights out of me.

But Dad drank the wine.

And it was a mighty fine wine he said as he became more giddy with each drop.

All I was left with was residual frap.

I spent Christmas with Frank.

We’re good friends, so that’s why he sat

… on my mat.

While Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa and my Aunt celebrated Christmas,

Frank and I Assessed Threats.

Frank spotted something odd on the cactus across the street.

I dug deeper.

But I was stymied.

As my own Christmas Story intersected with another.

I ran out of lyrics.

So I end my song.

As the sun sets on my Christmas home.

Georgy Porgy pudding pie.

Kiss the girls and make them cry ….

Oh wait, I got confused.

Our backyard is coming along nicely …

But I’m getting impatient … MOM, WHEN WILL I HAVE NEW ARTIFICIAL TURF???

Well … WHEN??!

Mom says, “Why don’t you invite your loyal followers, your readers, the very ones you owe your staggering social media success to, to guess the final date of completion of the Casita and Back Yard?”

• Mom = February 4 (Super Bowl).
• Dad = February 14 (#romance).

Use the comments section to offer your guess. The day the pool is full is the official completion date. The winner earns a coveted Major Award. Just not this one from up the street.

Hello … it’s me!!

Well, it’s been a busy few weeks. Most pups are preparing for Christmas. I’m busy supervising my back yard.

It’s non-stop supervision. And you have to stay on these contractors, or the whole project can go askew.

I don’t know about you, but I like to get down into the details. No 30,000 foot view from my perspective.

Back on solid ground, I inspect the surroundings, always assessing potential threats. I find great joy in probing sand for potential lunch-time morsels.

I know the average doxie has an established routine … one that looks something like this.

I’m not against that, but before I took a nap I needed to inspect the pool equipment for rusted metals.

In a few days shotcrete goes in the pool. Then we are making progress.

It looks like the casita will be done around Christmas Day. Dad already ding’d a wall moving the toilet in (#goodmemories #careless #touchuppaint).

All of this work exhausted me. I began to feel bad.

Next thing you know, I set a #personalbest with an even twenty trips outside to go to the bathroom.

This prompted a trip to the vet.

Do you know what my x-rays revealed?

I don’t know what “gas in the fundus” is, but it isn’t exactly pleasant!

I was prescribed a four-pack of Cerenia and pills to quell the desire of my intestinal tract to pump waste materials through my plumbing every 45 minutes. Oh, and a bonus shot to stop vomiting. Oh, and some gravy flavored sprinkle-ings that are fortified with bacterium.

Mmmmmmm …. fortified.

That was Friday. Today is Tuesday, and I’m returning to normal. There’s nothing like a little bit of diaper rash cream to subside the swelling, #amirite?