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Happy Fourth of July—

Monday, July 4th

Woof, Woof, Woof–and Happy 4th of July!  Let’s eat!  Knackwurst, Potato Salad, and

Thanks to our Fore-Fathers for our Freedom!

Deviled Eggs! Which translates to Puppy Kibble,  a Pet tab, and a Paul Newman Treat for me—oh, Lord.  But, it will be a most special day for us all–don’t you think?  Grandma and I are going to B-B-Q with Scooter and his Mom and Pop.

Our neighbors are already celebrating with ‘loud bangie’ things which make such a racket– I try to stick close to Grandma so she doesn’t get afraid.

You know, we are still doing our WONDERFUL walk twice a day!  Man oh man do I love that walk.  Grandma is still carrying the Scooper Genie and the leash for me–fortunately it leaves my paws free to trot on ahead so I can check out any upcoming surprises or dangers.  You laugh? Dangers– well the other day I had to growl 2 times because I heard some ‘walking through the leaves’ in the little forest just south of our apartments.

There was lots of discussion among the ‘oldies but goodies’—They said that ‘homeless’ people sometimes sleep in those little woods during the summer.  Now, that doesn’t seem very practical to me at all. With all the rain we get, they might as well curl up in a shower stall somewhere.  But, finally, Milo, you know the dappled grey black  Dauchsie who is quite bossy to everyone– well, Milo’s Poppa said that the other morning when they were taking their walk, there was a large doe just lying in the grass in front of the woods.  Grandma explained to me later that a doe is the kind of animal who would be Rudolph’s momma.  Now, if I only had some idea who the heck Rudolph is,  it might actually make some sense to me.

I thought since this was an important holiday, that I’d share some family

Everybody's chilling out-- even Bella

photos  with you folks.  You remember that I told you I had a six year old sister–Bella.  Well, Aunty sent us a funny photo of Bella. Aunty was hanging out on her patio–stretched out on the garden sofa, and Bella just jumped up on her and laid back–like Aunty.  They took a photo of that Bossy Gal just chilling’ out!  You can just see the pink tip on top of her nose–that’s the only way you can tell us apart when we are both scurrying about.  I really do miss her.  Grandma says we are going to go visit her in a bit.

Bella is up with my cousin, Nacho.  Now, Nacho is not a Bichon– but, he is a   Havanese–the Cuban version of a Bichon.  And, yes, he does speak Spanish–the show off!    Aunty hollers, “Nacho, NO!”  and he understands immediately.  (Si` is yes in Spanish, and NO is no.)  I think he also understands taco,  chips, frijoles, y salsa, too.

Nacho trying to nap!

Aunty says she needs to teach him ‘basura’ also because she needs to holler, “Nacho, NO, no basura!”   LOL  Basura is garbage.   Gotcha back, Nacho!  He’s only about 4–but he’s mighty handsome.  Altho–he sort of has a Zorro mask, eh?

Apparently he and Bella have gotten to be good buddies, and after breakfast and their morning ‘yard work’, they tear around the house for a while playing.

Yesterday we had a special treat–in our center court yard there is a lovely little garden of sorts– it’s really just a big flower-bed around the patio.  But, a whole bunch of people are taking care of it now–Igor and Alf’s  mommy used to take care of it…before she passed away.  So now everyone is helping out. And, a whole bunch of my buddies were out there– Watson, Buster, Scooter, Carrie  and I.  And,  Watson’s mommy had some doggie treats with her–everyone was in a cheerful mood and loving the beautiful flowers and the glass and metal butterflies stuck around them.  It was lovely.

You know, there are a lot of great things to be thankful for on this 4th of July!  We should all take a moment, too, and thank all our soldiers--like my Poppa who is in Germany–and all the men he works with and was deployed with. They make a lot of sacrifices for their families and their country–so that we can act happy and B-B-Q  today and eat too much and set off all those noisy fireworks.  And, we send a sincere hello and a few wagging tails to those families who have lost their soldiers who won’t be home with them today.  They are called “Gold Star Families”, you know.   This is the true meaning of our Red, White, and Blue–Gratitude and Freedom!  God Bless America–today and always.    Happy Fourth, y’all,  Woof-Woof, Luigi.

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