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Just when things were going good, a bad thing or two happened to me today...
First, I got tangled up in the philodendrons (which the Mom has now slaughtered to an inch of their lives) chasing a squirrel. I hit the hot tub and hurt my leg.
For the record, I never even whimpered... but it hurts, and I ain't usin it so well.
Second, while the Mom was butcherin the plants... she missed a phone call from the vet with news on my bobo aspirination. She thinks if it was good they woulda just said it was good and instead they said call but they were gone by the time she trieved the message.
My leg hurts... but I think the Mom hurts worse, so I'm layin in the big bed wif her!!!
Cool airs! Lights! And my compy, internet and colorful cable tv are back on!
Luke is one happy boy! And life is one step closer to normal!
Crews from Indiana and Missouri are doin their heroic works on what I been told is the main line on the cross street up west of here!
They's settin a new pole, repairin stuff on others...
And they told us in an hour or two we would be baskin in cool airs! I love those peoples!
And here's what's goin on on the uphill toward the main juice line!
And saw a pole longer than the truck it was layin on!
One of those Indiana heros scaled that pole and used a big stick to do somethin up there, while the other hero ran around makin sure things was ok on the grounds!
My heros are hustlin about down the street, tryin to restore the cool airs and lights and blog!
Not but about a pawful or two times in my whole life have I been happier to see peoples!
The Mom's at work, and me and Kongy are in here bein good boy and toy and not barkin at the men in the backyard.
They are cuttin on the pecan tree and makin a mess I hope the Mom isn't mad about. She been sprucin the backyard for days, riddin it of all manner of limbs and sticks and leaves.
Agenda nor minutes will be published, but the Mom said a quorum was reached and a vote taken. Stragglers were even informed and unofficially polled, but the unanimous vote stood as cast. And she came home promptly when the meetin was adjourned... but she was gigglin a little.
Happy Times!!! And how does Cool Hand Celebrate???
Two words... GRASS COLOGNE!
If the Mom had her glasses on and aimed the camera high enough, you could see tree man from our back yard... but she did not.
Mister Asplundh climbed to the tippy top!
If I could climb a tree like that, I would follow the squirrels! (And it was along about now that I began to bark... and home I was whisked!)
Mister Asplundh (I swear it sounds like a sneeze) made quick work of scalin' the tree!
And after asking Mister Point if it was ok, all the nay-bors gathered round to watch. He said yeah sure, grab a beer. This is gonna be fun!Can't say how much fun it was cause as soon as I barked at the tree man, Mom whisked me home to watch from my back yard. (The Mom didn't want them to miss interpret my fun voice as my ungrateful one).See the big split in the scary limb? The tree man, by the way, is climbing the pecan tree that the scary tree landed in!
And brings him and Asplundh (bless you!) to our street!
(that's the Mom's viewing chair in the second photo!)
Thank you to the good ole boys from Wolf Tree of Gatlinburg, Tennessee for coming to our rescue and giving us hope! Feels great to know you haven't been forgotten... And such a coincidence, since Tennessee is my second favorite state!!!
Those guys gave it all they had and still broke their rope, and I hope when they look back on their hard work and long days here... the thought of this nay-bor-hood (and hopefully all others) who wanted to throw burgers, dogs and/or other meats on the pit for them, in order to express our sincere gratitude... makes them feel compensated for all they've given up.
The Mom left early and wifout me, which did not make me happy till she returned with drink for the loud and thirsty beast, frozen waters and hot breakfastes from Kroger.
We savored our scrambled eggs and bacon and wished she had thought about butters for the biscuit... but oober small bits of it weren't so bad bone dry.
Trolled the bout one and a half paw full of channels that the new $50 rabbit pulls in and landed on stuff we could take a nap to.
Don't have a clue what's happnin in the real world of peoples that have tricity. Must be special since ever one in the nation and world seems to forgot bout Ike.
I'm new to coastal and hurricane prone territories, but I ain't new to Texas. As for my thoughts and I think the Mom's, though I don't like speakin for her cause that ain't right (ha)...
I think Texans just so dog-gone set to take care o theirselves that the media ain't findin noone beggin or whinin or allegin and it ain't no fun for em so maybe they moved on. Could be that or a corn-spiracy. Gotta have juice and news and compy to decide for sure which.
Just my opinion, and remember... I'm just a grumpy (yet very cool) golden retriever, so while it ain't likely... I could be wrong. Send your opposing emails to goldenretrievers@wedontcarewhatpeoplesthink.com. They should get right back to you quickly as they don't get much emails.
The Mom had dinners wif Aunt Madison, Uncle Tom, Aunt Karen and Uncle Craig... to celebrate with them our joyful 100 days! I don't kid myself. I wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't be together wifout those most special peoples!
Sneaky Uncle Tom both treated and seen us home and Aunt Karen sent cookies home I'm sure to me, but the Mom says no but I think she's just hoggin em.More special and lovin folks, me and the Mom have never known.Perceive a need and fill it should be their motto... from pickin up a grumpy (yet cool) ole Waco dude to calmin the perfect Mom to all the many and perfectly timed huge and tiny acts of kindnesses and words... I get choked up just thinkin bout how they've changed my life not to mention hers.And me and the Mom is scratchin our respective nob and noggin and rackin our respective large and small brains to figure out how we can ever truly express our gratitudes in the magnitudinous way we feel...Ain't gonna be easy cause we can't think of any single simple or complicated group of things that could ever mount up to returnin emotions in kind that we been so graciously granted time and time again.The mom says I could start by becoming more of a steward and ambassador and stop growlin and barkin at the other golden retrievers. And I said yeah, well... she could start by writin a check for a million dollars and personally footin a payroll of peoples to help Aunts Karen and Madison in their salvation and adoption efforts.She responded by sayin yeah well the cookies are all mine, and she snapped the lid back on em.100 days... and we're as much an old married couple as the Mom and her witty son.
Afternoon was filled with inactivity...
Ceptin a burger and tater tot lunch, some colorful tv and one lone Mr. Point employee who checked our house to the pole.
Kinda discouragin after yesterday's intense tivity. Truly thought them North Carolina folks was gonna bring the juice to us and we would all be dancin... but not so. Nay-bor-hood like a ghost town and all the trucks is gone.
Not sure we will ever see the end of this and the return of the free flowin cool airs.
Well... his ears did to the colorful tv!No mo sno!
Wif a trip to the vet??? Are you kidding me???
I liked the car ride just fine and was keenly excited about it... even liked sniffin and barkin at the other celebrants in the waiting room... till they called me back to the Luke wing!
It all turned ugly when the pokin and proddin and snortin began. I got a squirt up the nose, more shots than I could count, a stick up my patooty... and they aspirinated me a coupla times.
Worst part is... Doc didn't like what she saw or did not see in one of em, and she's sendin it off and now the Mom is worried. I told her there was no reason to worry since with the very recent exception of having been stuck and poked... I never been happier or felt so good in my life! I hope that relieves her worries...
Looky here looky here! Look who's really near!
Mister Point rolled up this afternoon to assess the situation!
Followin him by not much was Mister Comcast who tole me that my blog would be up and runnin as soon as Mister Point finished his bidness.
I am one happy Luke!
First, I got tangled up in the philodendrons (which the Mom has now slaughtered to an inch of their lives) chasing a squirrel. I hit the hot tub and hurt my leg.
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