LUCY’S ANNUAL CHRISTMAS LETTER (2012)
Dig this photo, dudes! That’s how I talk now because I’m a celeb. This picture of me was named Photo of the Day on the Channel 9 News one day this summer, and that’s as big as it gets around here. (Unless, your Jim Boeheim’s dog, maybe.) It was a very hot day, as you can probably guess, and I had fallen asleep on some wet gravel with my head on a landscape timber. It just goes to show you never know when your 15 minutes of fame will come bounding up and lick you right in the face!
You may be wondering about my health. Dr. Chapman and the cool staff at Fayetteville Veterinary Hospital take great care of me. My daily med regimen includes one kidney pill, two thyroid pills, one glucosamine, and two shots of insulin. I also got a leg sprain, but it is getting better. All things considered, I am doing well and do not have bad breath or smelly gas, both health issues that plague so many of my species.
I’ve made lots of new friends since last Christmas. I know Garrett, Griffin, Gwyneth, Dana, and Michelle from the bus stop. They are people. I also like to visit with Nancy, Tom and Beth O’Neill (also people), and Beth’s two Morkies named Winnie and Teddy. They are dogs.
No big traveling this year for me, thank goodness. My people, who you may remember are named Greg and Linda, went to Myrtle Beach last winter for a week, and I happily stayed with Camille and Jim at the Bed and Bowl. I hate riding in a car for hour after hour! I pant like in a thunderstorm. Plus, Linda’s always telling Greg how to drive, and Greg is always saying, “Linda!! Please!” It drives me crazy and makes me pant even harder. I also stayed with Jim and Camille when Greg and Linda flew to Orlando. I wouldn’t mind visiting the Mouse, but you’d never get me on one of those airplanes. I’m afraid of the height of our front step, for pete sake!
Most often these days, you can find me chained to the tree in the front yard of our house. Now, I really don’t need to be chained. I wouldn’t go anywhere. But they got laws, you see, like chain your dog and pick up her poop on a walk. I leave those poops in strategic places because I want other dogs to know I was there, but Greg is right behind me with a TOPS bag picking them up. Anyway, from the front yard, I can keep an eye on the neighborhood and bark hello to everyone who passes by.
Someone asked me once, “Would you date a pit bull?” Of course, I would if he had been brought up in a kind household as I was brought up in. I believe in nurture over nature. Truthfully, I like my male dogs smaller and hairier than pit bulls. I’m in love with Max Smolnycki. He is a cute little Maltese, and he dotes on me. Below is a picture of Max kissing me under the kitchen table in my house. Notice my smile! I’d like to visit him more often, but going to other people’s houses makes me nervous.
It’s time to close this holiday greeting to all my friends--canine, human, and feline. Special howl-o out to my new cousin Marvin, a cute little hound, who Jan and Chris saved from a kill shelter. I haven’t met him yet. I understand he has a little growing up to do. Get with it, Marv, so we can hang out!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everybody! Happy Howlidays to all! I woof you all so much. Here’s a slobbery kiss for each of you. xxxxxxxxxxxx
Lucy
P.S. Merry shout-outs to my other unmentioned human, dog and cat relatives and friends including Dunkin, Dan and Jill, Don and Ellen and my California cousins, Aunt Claire, Uncle Tim and Tuxedo, Ken, Andrew and Anna and Marshall and Mason, Maggie and Cole, Tom and Heidi and Lily and Grayson, Abby, Mat and Murphy, any extra dogs in the Sollame house, Grandma and Pappap and all the Webster gang, all the Hershey gang, and Nana.
Lucy’s 2012 Christmas Photo
