I spent quite a of of time this morning chewing on this big stick. It tastes like the beach!

My guardian wasted a lot of time balancing it on her index finger and being all self-congratulatory over it. I didn't understand that part. But, when she got bored with it, she gave it to me. All's well then.

As usual I had hoped that I might get to go to the beach today but my driver and guardian spent the whole morning typing on the rectangular thing, and then she went away for awhile. I asked her about it and she said I might have to go for the whole week without going to the beach. A'course that would be real unfortunate. But, for me, the main thing is to have my guardian near. Even if she isn't playing with me, I like being able to look at her. Sometimes I send her dog blessings with my eyes. I know they are getting through because she looks up and smiles at me.

Sometimes, when I am thinking about my guardian, I also think about THE Guardian. I wonder if THE Guardian can tell it when the humans are looking at Her? I wonder if that makes Her feel all happy? Lindy says that you can't tell about stuff like that because you can't understand THE Guardian in human terms. But, to be totally honest, I don't understand anything in human terms. It's because I'm a dog. In strictly canine terms, I think THE Guardian likes the feel of our eyes on Her. I bet she likes it a lot. It might even be as good as liver.

Love,

Rowan