December 16, 2008
Hi Diane,
How's everything with you?
We are chugging along. Craig is doing fine as Winslow is teaching him how to take life a little easier, smell the flowers, take a nap.. you know, all the things Winslow does professionally. Says he's going to become a life coach for stressed out humans. Wants new business cards that say it. Says dogs don't need college to become therapists.. they do it naturally. The only difference is the DOG gets the couch. He's been trying it on Craig. Says Craig can sit and talk... he can even pet the therapist (try that with a human!). Winslow listens patiently while "pretending" to be asleep. In an hour, everyone is feeling good. No more stress! Winslow says he can make millions! I can drive him to appoinments and wait in the car. (We haven't told him that other dogs do this for their people, cats too.).
At the moment, Winslow is searching for the number of GW... he wants to call Meredith and complain about the treatment here. I ran out of BURPDOGS! Do you believe it. I thought there was still a small bag in the freezer, but no... somebody ate them all..
Now, he had to have his lunch without the biscuit.. I ordered right away, but there's going to be a few days that Winslow doesn't have the biscuit... I'm in such trouble here. He just grunts at me and gives me the evil eye. I just know he's going to get back at me somehow.. squeaky toy in bed where I roll over on it, empty the ice cubes into the bed when I'm not looking so they melt there, pee on my shoe... I just know he's going to pay me back. I offered him a little extra yogurt today and although he took it, he let me know that it wasn't the same thing.
So, life is pretty much normal around here.
Glynis