GOOOOOD Morning, America! Yes, the King of Drivel, the connoisseur of the French Roast, the keeper of the Kennel is back. Although I didn’t plan it this way I ended up taking a few days off from blogging.
You may recall that I had a transportation contract going to Denver, dropping off the possessions of Jenny the Elder and picking up my current wife and returning her home. Can you say, long booooring drive? Nebraska should be designated as a wind farm state. Put them all in Nebraska and not scattered around the landscape of other states.
With my return home, Kinnick commenced his long-term stay at Grandpa Bailey’s Spoiled Dog Resort and Canasta Club. He was excited to be saved from the Pug boys. They just don’t let him relax. Actually, Debby the younger was the one that was saved I think.
We have one week in the books. Kinnick, dog son of Jenny the elder, and I have spent a lot of time one on one. We have developed a kind of bond only a yellow Labrador and a Grandpa can achieve. It is really neat that we seem to be on the same wave length. He understands what I am thinking AND I understand what he is thinking. How cool is that?
The first night, Kinnick was kind enough to introduce himself to the paper boy at 4:00 am by letting loose a “Woof” in his deepest voice. I didn’t even have to ask or prompt him – just did it on his own. Way to go! Sleeping has not been a problem. We had a sit down the first night and went over the rules of the resort. In regards to sleeping, he was reminded that his spot was in lower left corner. He has followed this rule very nicely. I did fail to mention to him that I did not need a lick to wake up – I can wake up on my own very nicely, thank you. I have learned that he “expects”, no “demands”, to have his belly messaged and scratched for a minimum of 15 minutes before getting out of bed. May have to add spa charges.
He goes to Doggie Day Care twice a week – Wednesday and Friday. He really looks forward to these days. He has a bunch of cronies there that he plays with. I think they play cribbage or something like that. I suspect that he also has a girlfriend there. He insisted that I brush his teeth each morning before we left. Why else would he be worried about his breath?
Yesterday, we settled in and watched the Iowa Hawkeyes beat Michigan. Kinnick gives a “high 5” after every Iowa score. He likes his Hawkeyes. During the commercials we talked about the upcoming elections. I think he leans toward the liberal Democrats, me – not at all. We had completely different opinions of the variety of political commercials. It was a hoot. He is pretty persuasive when he wants to be.
As we settle in further in the upcoming days, I’m certain I will be become more regular with my drivel. Can drivel ever be regular? Oh well, you know what I mean. I have switched back to the French Roast. My system has been restored to what is “normal” for me. Two cups are down the hatch already this morning, Kinnick is curled up in a chair next to me and we have a beautiful cool fall morning. Life just can’t be better than that. TA!!!!
Postscript: Beaver Cleaver’s mother has passed. She was in her nineties. She will be missed. RIP!
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