Saturday, Day 856
On patrol. High breeze day.
Surveyin my Kingdom.
My the Mom went to PetFest to help the Aunt Karen for a few hours in the GRRH booth... and my Cousin Rizzi was there! My Cousin Zeke was there, too... but my the Mom is a putz and didn't get his pitcher. :-(
The PetFest pheme this year was "the Old West"... and the Mastiff organization next to us featured this great spokesdog! What a gentle soul!!!
Whshhhew. Glad the Mom came back home!
Positioned for The Love Protocol!
Sunday, Day 857
Woke the Mom up extra early this mornin, rarin to get the day started!
Lots to do. There's breakfasts to eat! And then there's also the LoveFest!!!
The drought has taken its toll on the yard and the pecan crop... but the squirrels still drop leftovers.
It's unusually hot today, but there is also this wierd breeze.
DISCLAIMER: The Mom is an eentsy bit partial, but she say this pitcher is chock full o the CUTENESS. [FYI... She woke me up from a nap to go outside!]
Oh, shoot... She finks this one is too, on counta it feature the soft neck fur!
My first treatment is tomorrow. And I will have the right side of my neck shaved... Doctor Novosad was quick to point out the good news: It is scarf season... and bandanas are never out of style! He also promised to preserve some semblance of a combover!
The Love Protocol is in full swing. And Team Luke is on High Alert! Please to keep me in your foughts and prayers. Keep the Positivity and Power of the Paw flowin!