Hello. It’s me!!
You’d think if Dad were going to take a picture of me he would have the common courtesy to not cut off my hind quarters, #amirite?
It’s a new year, 2019 or so I am told. But it’s all about the same old challenges.
First off, I’m not getting enough food, food like this (from Christmas Eve):
And worse, the threats are real, and they are plentiful. This little dude has inflamed taste buds covering his entire body.
And I have no idea whatsoever what’s going on here.
Dad removed our outdoor Christmas decorations. Turns out it take a few extension cords to run the operation.
Temperatures are improving … we finally got into the 60s today, which allowed us to reinstate a time-honored tradition … the golf cart ride.
May your new year be threat-free, filled with duck jerky and crunchables.