Day 781: Dreamin In The Cool Airs

I treasure each and every day, and I do not believe in lettin a single one pass wifout enjoyin it to its fullest... but I sure do day dream of some cool water hikes and fall weathers!

Just sayin.

Day 743: And Also An Update to Day 742... Just One Big Stormy 'Alex' Mess

When I last saw you it was outta the corner of my right eye...

And it was really Day 741, but I was waxin poetic and somewhat mournfully about Day 742... on a counta this is snapshot of just the birf of certain and impendin doom!

Note that pin on left is spot of my Heavenly Retreat... Campo Blanco in Wimberley. And pin on right is my house, Heavenly Spot where I relish my ever single Forever day!

Well, we made it frew that [Wednesday] night wif only a tiny bit of a nbd [nervous breakdown] early on, just after lights out... and funeral music off. We all thereafter swept frew the night and the Mom went off to work on Fursday mornin. Day 742. She was SO confident we were in the clear that she did not give me fird pill pocket [or 'cocktail' as she call it], but that confidence did not last long. 

When she come bustlin in round noon, I was happy to see her... and happy she brought tasty lunch for us to share. Wif the good sniffs, I made quick business outside and raced in to imbibe in the lunch foods. At first, I was a bit confused on a counta it was our traditional Friday foods and it is Fursday... am I wrong??? Never mind, 'go wif it' I fink on a counta... hunger and tastiness!

And then it happened... the first sounds.

And then 'the cocktail' was served... And I was frocked in the storm cape, and it goes wifout sayin that the funeral music was blarin, the Bleu had his head under the bed and the Mom was tryin to be the textbook Mom in the situation.

June Cleaver, she is not... so she leave me few short minutes and take pitchers of out of doors. 1:49pm yesterday, our patio is underwater... and the Mom is startin to worry.

Out front... no visible curbs, but the Mom has seen it way very much worse. She fink we ok, floodwise, for now... but for the me, she very much wish it would STOP!

I finally come out from the bunker round 5pm. I am not in a great mood. I am drowsy, still. And I am not confident in the status of the storm.

Yea, I am called out from the bunker by my tummy. I am hungry. My funder-fobia shall not infringe on my belly's voracious right to be treated and/or fed! In the battle of idiosyncrasies, belly wins! Just sayin!

We had a somewhat lively but not an anxiety filled night. I DID have an episode just after lights out and funeral music off [again]... but I settled right down. We all swept lovinly and peaceful until about 230am when I found myself on the big bed, starin down at the Mom... to make sure she heard what I heard. She did not.

I laid down on the end of the bed, but some firty minutes later... the monsoons, i.e. nother band of the Alex did begin to deluge! I hop down and bunker to scratch, of course... and the Mom drag her butt up to turn on the funeral music and put a sweet, comfortin foot on my back.

HEAVY rains and funder did follow until they died down shortly before 7am, when I accepted the invite to go outside to do the businesses... and here's what I trapsed frew!

My the Mom checked the radar and called in to the Factory to make arrangements to work from the Norf Office [aka the Casa de Luke y El Bleu]. And work she began to do!

And then at a point around 920 am, the weather was calm and the Mom make a swaff frew the house for some more caffeine... and she bring camera wif her!

And here is the Bleu, lookin sweet and dapper, prim and proper... and irony do not escape me or him or most certainly the Mom... that the DVD box set to his left is "My So Called Life"... Just sayin!

And that is even more meaninful to the him, on a counta how his life is affected by... the me and my the storm foughts and feelins and demonstrative anxieties.

Just as I demonstrate em now... in my suburban bunker, the stool [as you know].

Yep, here's lookin at you... Friday mornin... frew my right eye!

And then... I have no better way of describin it... but 'the weather all went to hell'! I ate a pill pocket. I listened to the funeral music. I protested from time to time wif the scratchin, whistlin and pacin....

But for the most part, I just curled myself up tight a round the toilet and tried to ignore the world...

...until time for the dinner foods!!!

I was not super happy wif the status of the storm, but I was hungry... and ok. also very tired of the bunker.

I ate my dinners, raced outside to do quick businesses and raced back inside and hopped onto the big bed!!!

Now I know you are all wonderin what is happenin wif the Bleu, and I do so wish he had the time [and compy] to blog... on a counta Big Boy has he own perspective on fings round here... but for now, you will have to suffice wif mine!

Here is Big Sweet Boy about 545pm tonight... and gosh, his head DO look small, but that is on a counta Big Boy's hairy ever fing else!!!

And here I am, firty minutes later, at 615pm. I am not copyin the Bleu... It's just a really sweet place to lay.

And the Bleu is back in one of his most favoritest places... Just sayin.

And now here I am composin this post... and like magic, I hope, it will upload!!!

Day 715: Fankful Friday

I am fankful for many fings... among em are river splashes, road hikes and roughin it at Campo Blanco on the Ralph Lauren sheets and binky. I look good on em just sayin.

NOT among em is the Mom workin a full day Friday and projected 60 hour weeks frew September... I do not know how I will survive but I will try on a counta at least she can work from home nights and weekends... Sigh.


And because I do not want to fink about it... I would instead like to express long overdue gratitude for some wonderful recognition I have received!  It does so very much feel good to know that maybe you have brought a smile to someone's face, like so many of you bring to mine!

I'm just a Sweet Boy [label by the Mom] who keep a journal on the web, so I was pretty surprised to receive this correspondence...


"I'm a representative for Dogster Inc, founders of Dogster.com. I'm currently browsing the web right now for rockin' Golden Retriever sites, and I think yours is great! Here is the HTML code for our award badge to you. It says Dogster Recommends you, because....well....we recommend you! Hope you like it!"

My the Mom exchange very foughtful emails wif this very kind person... And now she explain to me why me and the Bleu don't have Dogster pages... on a counta the Comet was so active there. I explain to the Bleu that the Mom gets sad bout certain fings... but she's got me and ok, also the him to remind her what life's all a bout!


It's a bout all manner of fings what make us happy, and bloggin is a biggy! So when I receive such a special award like...the Versatile Blogger: Poems. Stories. Messages. Essays. ... I am more than honored!

The rules are simple:

1. Fank the Golden who gave it to you.


Many MANY ♥ felt fanks to sweet young fing, the Macy... and also to my super gorgeous Golden Gal wif the precious heart shape face, my precious... The Sugar! To know that I have touched you in a special way... makes my heart soar!

2. Share 7 fings about yourself.

1. O yeah. I'm a driven river Golden wif a passion for the water. Uh huh... kinda even surprised my own self!
2. I do NOT trust my the Mom wif her own freedom... and so I must keep her on a short leash! She's a bit of a bolter, you know...
3. I am the Mom's Shadow [irrespective of number two].
4. I love my bed time story [as I place my chin on the edge of the bed, automatically generating a story about how me and the Mom rescued each other] and fact that the Mom is never too tired or sweepy or any fing else... to tell it to me!
5. As a rescue boy, I grow, emotionally, a tidbit each and every single day. This is Day 715... and in about last forty days or so, I have started sweepin on my back in the big bed. Total trust. Total Heaven. Givin it up. Just sayin.
6. I only pretend to be hard of hearin some times when my name is called. Shhhhhh... don't tell the Mom!
7. I love just about ever single fing there is about life, includin all my wonderful friends. I love you all!!!

3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and you think are fantastic... and this is the hard part, on a counta there are SO many wonderful blogs out there that I am discoverin ever day... but here's the first fifteen off the top o my noggin:

1. The WY Bully Brats [used to be the NY Bully Brats, but have relocated... I have just found them again!]
2. Kissa-Bull
3. HollyWags
4. Tales and Tails
5. How Sam Sees It
6. They Call Me The Booker Man
7. Mayzie's Dog Blog
8. Brutus the Frenchie
9. The Teacher's Pets
10. Dory's Backyard [Dory and Bilbo aren't new to us... but Jacob is!]
11. Twinkie Tiny dog / Teacup Chihuahua [Tiny little girl who sponsored the GABE!]
12. Miss Kylie
13. Rudy's Life... As A Guide Dog In Training
14. My Empty Nest Is Full Of Cat Hair
15. My Golden K9 History - KT

4. Contact the bloggers you picked and let them know about the award. If you don't yet know these bloggers, please to go by and say 'hello'! They are each and ever one... very very special! So much so that I begin to fink of all of the fings I could do so much better. They inspire me!!!


Many fanks to ALL of my friends, on a counta you are HUGE in my HAPPINESS quotient! Just sayin.