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Wally’s Great Adventures (81)
Wally’s Great Adventures (79)
hello friends, wally here with another update. lot’s happening. i turned 1, weighed in at 18.2 lbs, and got the flu. it all started when sully came over 2 weeks ago. dad said he gave us all fleas, and then i caught his croup cough and then his nasty cold. rachel said that sully does not have fleas, nobody but dad had fleas, dad showed everyone his flea bites and rachel told dad he needs to shower more often. dad said he couldn’t stop scratching and if rachel planned to drop sully off in the future, he needs full body fumigation so he wouldn’t drag vermin into our house. he knows that people in nyc are ok with bed bugs and fleas and rotting garbage on the streets, but not up here in CT. mom had to take me to the vet who said that’s what happens when you buy a manufactured dog with no nose with compromised breathing…whatever that meant…well that set mom off, while dad thought it was so funny, you pay hundreds of $ for vet care AND get abused at same time. anyway, i’m feeling better. sully’s over again, and dad said he seemed to have no fleas, which made dad happy. beautiful day today…have a great weekend. Wally.
Wally’s Great Adventures. (78)
hello friends, wally here with another update. its been a long time & a lot to catch up on. dad has been taking mom & me on his morning walks to cove island park the last few days. not sure dad is all that excited about bringing pokie me and pokie mom along but here we are. so today at the end of our walk there was big huge news. see me standing out on the rock barking at the geese. mom yelled at me not to jump. dad yelled at mom to leave me alone. dad yelled at me to go get ’em buddy. so, i reared back on my little hind legs and jumped way up high into the water. mom screamed at dad and told him to dive in after me because i looked like i was drowning. dad yelled back at her at said are you out of your mind, he has to learn and he’s not getting his new shoes wet. mom came running to save me…but after gagging on a little water, i floated to the top and doggie paddled to the shore. i looked at mom and she looked ill. i looked at dad and he was cheering! i’ve never seen dad so happy, he was calling me a show quality hunting dog. mom yelled at dad and said that i almost drowneded. mom scooped me up and asked me if I was ok. dad said for god sake’s put me down, he’s not a baby. dad’s right, i’m a big boy now. i will be one year old next week, and mom said she’s making me a cake. yea! have a great weekend. Wally.
Walking on Sunday Morning. Wally’s (and Dad’s) Great Adventures. (77)
hello friends. Wally here. i rustle in bed finding a comfy spot, and say what, i found dad lying next to me, what’s this all about? surround sound music fills the room, a tune called Sunday by HNNY. so nice. sleeping in with dad on this quiet morning, rare, this is. well, not exactly sleeping in, dad is tapping on his keyboard. what you writing about dad? he mumbled something about an anne frank and her wanting to write, but more than that, to bring out all the things that lie buried deep in her heart. So I peak over, and he writes.
1,174 consecutive (almost) days, this morning’s daybreak walk to Cove Island Park. Like in Row. Almost, the defining word this morning. I couldn’t find my way out. The streak, 1000 days, is long past, but the pull, the obligation, the call of duty, lurks. What is it that keeps me here? (Sigrid Nunez, The Friend: A Novel) “When you’re lying in bed full of night thoughts,” she thinks…having a huge warm body pressed along the length of your spine is an amazing comfort.” So Cove Island waits for another day, and I lay here, with Wally’s hot little body pressed against the mid point of my spine, with his soft little inhale and exhale keeping time, my time slows, it slows way down, and the edge of Worry melts away, and a little peace enters, a little Wally-peace that is.
dad, I don’t know who this anne frank is, but I like her very much. happy sunday everyone. Wally.