Greetings fellow canines and human friends. Just to set your hearts and noggins to rest, I’ve
been vaccinated in case you want to visit. I chose the vaccine with the cognitive enhancer
which, as I’ve read will result in at least a 6 point increase in my full scale bow wow score. To
date, I’m still waiting for its impact upon my thinking. Don’t get me wrong, I can still perform
my usual tasks. I remember the location of the food bowl, I know where the doors are located
for my daily exits, but my reading seems to have slipped a bit. Multi syllable words are causing
my fur to dander. Occasionally I holler at Clark for some help in this arena but he seems to
experiencing some of the same difficulty. I hope the enhancer kicks in for both of us quickly as
I have a few meetings later this summer which require my full capacity and he has stuff to do.
My doggie friends. I certainly hope you have received the vaccine. I could say “hope and pray”
but we Bosties don’t pray, we trust. We trust that when we get vaccinated for things I do not
entirely understand the shot will prevent worms from taking over my system. I trust I will not fall
prey to measles or dog polio. As some of you may know we doggies have had the vaccines for
decades. You may not know this, but these health bumps are more than maladies to Bosties.
We succumb. I do not wish to cash in my precious chips, thus when Annie says,”load er up,” I
know there’s a hypodermic with my name on it. I’m ok with that.
Dang, I deplore talking about health issues, it’s not my nature but here goes: My hearing seems
to be seeping away. I know this because I cannot hear, yet I have these other sensory powers.
Here’s how it unfolds. I’m sleeping on the couch…blissfully. Before I can see him nor obviously
hear him coming, Clark sneaks up on me and gives me the “hey buddy, let’s play.” This
expression is always associated with some demonic wrangling of my ears, which we Bosties
deplore…it’s for Labradoodles. I give him a long yawn hoping he’ll go away. If anything, Clark is
persistent. It continues in this fashion until I finally bite him. He removes himself and seeks
solace from Annie. That girl saves his tush in so many ways.
Be assured mates, we are pushing through here in the Lincoln Metroplex. It’s been smokey and
some of my friends seem to be snared up about social issues. The one thing I notice as Annie
and I do a creek walk is: hey, where’s the water? This is disturbing for me and my friends. I’m a
little embarrassed as my reading is not so contemporary on this global warming business.
Furthermore, I don’t know what’s going on downstream. Nonetheless, my friends and I have
agreed to be careful with the water. We have formed an alliance not to pee in the water as we
all require it. If it seems I’m waxing philosophical here, well that’s who we Bosties are. Thankful
for every day but not so adept at enduring other dogpoo when it’s on my trail.
Adios, my companaros.
keep crunching and good sniffing.