Easter

Saki sometimes stops to sit near me, and then he's off again. Shane, he just wants be go inside. Ari followed us with her camera and took these shots today. She calls them "headshots," you know, like we're movie stars.

Easter Sunday. Lots of good smells--Shana's lasagne, Joan's cake. And the sun was out, the wind blowing like crazy, and everything was bright and clean after the rain--lots of rain last night.

I'm getting a waistline, and so is Shane, but I've been trying to compensate for this diet by eating dirt. Love that dirt. Joan doesn't like it when I eat dirt.

"Don't I feed you enough?" she asks, exasperated.

Well, just because the vet said I'd feel better if I were thinner, doesn't mean I feel better. I mean, I don't see the vet losing any weight.

So, do you think the Obamas' new dog looks like me? I'm sort of flattered that they're getting a dog with my black-and-white patches. Well, I wish them all great happiness. Maybe they should also get a shelter dog. I used to be a shelter dog, and I think we're a good deal.

Best wishes to everyone, Juno

Just Checking In

Yesterday was beautiful, more than a hint of spring--it really was spring. And, then, that old reminder that all good things must come to an end, today it's a cold rain that no one feels good in, not Saki, and especially not Shane or Joan. Well, maybe tomorrow will prove the old adage that all bad things must come to an end. The sun will shine, the rain will be elsewhere, and life will be life once again. Now that I've checked in, it's time to sleep again.

Best wishes to all, Juno