Merry Christmas! My family is very busy this year, so I am writing the 2010 Christmas Newsletter. The Year 2010 has been a good year for me. Food, a nice bed in the corner of the room, an occasional bone to chew on, but I do more than eat and sleep.
The year started out well, getting up early in the morning, going for a morning run with the one called MOM. An interesting thing happened as time went on. I went from pulling her behind me to her choking me to death because she was running too fast. She finally started leaving me at home to sleep in the corner until the one called DAD got out of bed. MOM seems to have lots of energy, as I overheard her telling people she ran 26.2 miles really, really fast, and is now going to go to this place called Boston to do it again. I know I am just a dog, but as the one SARAH would say, “What the heck?” You run 26.2 miles, no bone dangling in front of you to keep you going, and then you decide to do it again? Let’s just say I am grateful I get to sleep in now as my paws just can’t take that pounding any more.
Saturdays are pretty special days for me. All the 2-legs, as I like to call them, are home. The biggest one, called DAD lets me run around outside, even in the front yard while he cuts and trims my natural urinals. Not sure what that is all about as I always make it point to water them every time they give me 2 seconds out front. I have noticed DAD still wears suits a lot and does lots of service at church. He works to put food in my red bowl but is usually happy about doing it. The major change for DAD is he does not drive the same 4-wheeled thing he used too. He now has a big white one called a TRUCK. I thought he was growling at me the first day he came home with it because I could see all his teeth, but I figured out he was just smiling. I try to join in the fun of wrestling whenever I get the chance as it is almost a daily occurrence that DAD is wrestling with the smaller 2-legs.
Have I mentioned I get lots of headaches? Some days I really wish I could talk to yell, STOP. The one called TOMMY as these round orange things that he bounces up and down, up and down, up and down…..you get my point. I don’t know if it is my supersized ears or what, but that ball bouncing gives me the biggest headache! I even go outside to get some peace and quite, and what do you know, there he is again practicing outside and throwing it up in the air through a round orange circle. Basketball is what 2-legs call it I think. He seems to have basketball on his brain about as much as I do. He loves to watch it on TV, and I heard he actually was able to go to a playoff game last year because he received straight “A’s” at school. I am not sure what that is all about, but I would get all “A’s” if they would give me another bone to chew on!
Another point I would like to remind you of is that I am a pure bred bird dog. I have bird hunting in my blood. The one called AUSTIN is a man after my own heart. He catches about as many as I do, but he loves to shoot his gun at the birds in our yard. If he ever hits one I am ready to go pick it up. He is outside a lot building things, playing with his gun, and cutting on wood with his knife. You have to be careful around him obviously, especially when he has a rope in his hands because he can tie all kinds of different knots. Speaking of knots, AUSTIN brought back some things called shells after going to the beach and Knott’s Berry Farm. I would like to give you more details, BUT I was left with a “friend” so I am not even sure what or where that beach thing is. One of these days they will remember us 4-legs are a 2-legs best friend.
Have I mentioned one of my favorite things are bones? When I think about bones this year it reminds me of the one they call SAMMY. We were all enjoying an evening of wrestling and playing when my ears detected a strange sound. Yep, SAMMY broke one of his bones, just above one of his upper paws. Looks to me to be pretty painful, but he did not cry much and he came home with a big colorful thing on his arm. I was pretty amazed he could still use it to write when he went to 2-leg training (school is the term they use). He had to stop playing basketball because of the broken bone, but he still loved to wrestle even with the dangerous club on his arm. I have a hard time telling who is older, SAMMY or AUSTIN as they are almost the same size. I only remember SAMMY being around for about 5 2-leg years, so he must be younger, but he is pretty big. Luckily, he is very nice and is not mean because he could squash me like a piece of bacon if he wanted to.
Last but certainly not least, I need to bring up the fact that my reign of being the best looking animal in the house may be over. The littlest 2-leg is called SARAH. She is so cute and sweet, I just want to go up and lick her. I have learned to hold myself back because she carries a swift kick and powerful punch. I think she may have picked up a thing or two from the older 2-legs. She has also been doing these pretty moves called DANCE. She just loves dance and she really loves her friends. I admit, I do get a little jealous as 2-leg visitors used to say how beautiful I was, but now they look right past me and talk about the beautiful SARAH. I have learned to hide when all of Sarah’s friends come over for preschool because they are mostly of the female variety packing brushes, and no dog in their right mind wants to be made up like a doll.
My busy schedule dictates it is nap time yet again. Before I hit the tile for a nice winter’s nap, I would like to say,
Merry Christmas to All,
and to All a Good Night!
Love,
Rusty
