...Count it all joy......

Hi G-Fans!

So, the concierge has sat down long enough to post something for you before she slips into a temporary coma.

Today was another nice day, although I heard that thunderstorms were expected.  Thankfully they never arrived.  We hate thunderstorms.  The concierge enjoys them.  Except for the fact that we don't like them, so, in some ways she doesn't like them these days either.

We join good company too.  Hitchcock used to try and squeeze behind the toilet when there was a thunderstorm.  Hitchcock was a very tall and furry St. Bernard.  I didn't know him personally, but I have heard stories.

Apparently he was a character.  Where my bud Schubert was calm and cuddly, Hitchcock was high strung and busy.  He was ALWAYS jumping the back yard fence and visiting the neighborhood folks.

He would ALWAYS take off on walks in search for water drink and swim or deer to chase.  

He was  a pip, as the concierge would say.

He was also a dog who had IBS, a SAINT BERNARD with IBS....

Yes, it was a mess, or so I have heard....

So, we enjoyed a bog walk in the dusk.  Raphael was on high alert. he smelled something out there.  

On the return trek home the little puppy that has been on my radar screen was out with his small human.  It was a Jack Russell.  I decided I needed a closer look.  So, I removed my restraints and got in the puppy's face.  I thoroughly checked it out while Raphael was going wild with jealousy.  I ignored the concierge until I was completed in my task.  Then I pretended it was business as usual.  Of course the concierge thought it was a good time to chew my ear off, with a lotta yatta yatta yatta!  She can be such a boor!

Then, we were at our driveway and something was across the street.  Coyote pup?  Fox cub?  Stray dog?  The concierge hustled us into Harry's yard before there was a problem.  The helper hustled Bertie and Tessa in the front door.  Tragedy was averted, but our curiosity is now piqued.  It is always something!

So, may you not allow life's circumstances dictate your joy.

TTFN!

-G

This is from years ago, but Hitchcock is the one at the igloo doorway....