Is it the end of September already? How could so much time have elapsed without our keeping you posted about Schmutzie's adventures? We have reconsidered the spelling of his name and are still in discussion. In the intervening weeks, we have all had great adventures. Stan and I led services in Kinston, NC for a congregation that was once vital but is now down to only a few families, most of whom are over eighty. The people I've met have been very warm and gracious, but at the same time are extremely private and unwilling to extend the relationship beyond our annual commitment to do services together for the new year.
Since Stanley is learning the holiday liturgy, and is getting his "sea legs' in performing it, and since it keeps me professionally engaged, I'm not complaining. We did have to stay overnight each time we went down, and the motel did not accept pets. So despite the fact that Schmutzie was with us for only a week, we hired a pet sitter to be here in our absence, and left him behind. Jane turned out to be wonderful, and, of course, Schmutzie did just fine. He is growing more accustomed to the place and seems to have been trained in the past, so that he's picking up on our house rules easily.
He certainly does seem attached to Stan, ever alert to the sound of his voice and his footsteps on the stairs.
Also, we took him to the groomer yesterday, and had him shaved down except for his face and ears, just so we could see what he looks like. We'll post a picture later. He is quite leggy and sleek.
He is definitely among the light-footed dogs we have owned. Today we registered him for the local dog parks. I'll let him speak for himself.
I'm sorry guys, I would gladly have written if Suri had let me at the computer. She always seems to mean well, but lovely as she is, she lives in a world of her own. She keeps the computer under wraps, and then wonders why I don't write--how dizzy is that?
Well, I have to admit, I am breathing easier these days--I've learned to negotiate the stairs--I used to be afraid to go up and down them--the carpet was slippery, but Suri and Stan taught me how to do it. Suri has this stuff, I don't know what it is, but the minute I smell it I just have to have a piece--I'll take a chance on anything just for a taste. It's daffy, I know, and embarrassing to admit that I'm such a sucker, but it's true. I go into my crate, even when I really want to stay up longer, I sit and lie down and roll over just for that stuff!
When she doesn't have that stuff on her I'm in a little better command of myself. Then I listen to Suri and Stan as they tell me what to do and I decide if I'll do it. I know where my mat is, and my crate, and I'll go to them to stay out of the way, I just don't want to do it on command.
Oh, Oh, just a few more things--I L-O-V-E Stan's voice and the way he pets me--I just go all limp when I hear his voice. He's my true buddy. Suri is nice, but she's a Mom--you know what I mean.
The other thing is my haircut--wow-is this a different feeling! I feel my tail tickling my naked tusch. I can't figure out if I like it or not. Next time I'll tell you about my toys
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