Mama’s busy with something she calls a “deep edit” of her novel-in-progress, so I’m commandeering her blog again.
You don’t mind too much, do you?
You see, I’m stuck inside because of the weather — again — and nobody can expect me to sleep all day.
Have you seen my Christmas present? It’s awesome. It’s a DUCK!
Mama never forgets me at the holidays (I’m part of the family, you know), but that long car ride south made me completely forget Christmas.
And presents hidden in crinkly wrapping paper.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Duck.
He’s got a squeaker that sounds like a honk, legs, wings, and lots of different materials for tugging.
Sometimes Mama helps him fly down the hall, but when he refuses to fly back, I have to go get him. She does this over and over. I’ve got her well-trained, wouldn’t you say?
What’s really fun is when The Kid (Domer) comes home. He’s better than I am at pulling Mama away from that work of hers, and when she’s free, she and Domer pay attention to me.
Which makes perfect sense.
What’s a doggin for if he can’t get his peeps to have some fun??
And for some reason, Domer thinks it’s fun to bury me in my toys, like so:
When we travel, Mama has to pack a separate suitcase just for me and my stuff!
Because this trip was all about me, don’t you know?
And if she hadn’t brought along some of my toys, I’d have stolen her laptop more often and played blogger.
Bet she’s gonna buy me something new, just to reward me for pitch-hitting this time!
Yawn, I’m tired now. Think I’ll take a little nap. Me and Duck.