Saki's Anniversary

Three years ago, Joan found a cold, scared, very dirty dog in the street and brought him home to get cleaned up and fed. "Just for the weekend," she said.

Saki stretching out on "Chula's" chair, just because it's "Chula's" chair.

Well that dog is still here, and his name has been Saki since Kyla named him that first day. He's a little crazy, but he's got a great big heart and I think it would be a lonely house without him. I guess he's here for a lifetime. Like me.

Best wishes,
Juno

See Chula Jump

Yup. We had to get a six-foot fence because we don't want to lose crazy Chula. Look, I know she's very happy living here, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to explore life beyond the yard, beyond the morning walk. But, the girl still doesn't know how to control herself when she sees other dogs, so we want to make sure she's, well, "contained."

However, here she is trying to get "uncontained." Oh Chula, you're very silly. (Shhhh. Don't tell her I said this, but, she's not going anywhere. Shhhhh.)

Jumping Chula: Good thing it's a 6-ft. fence!

Best wishes everyone,

Juno

PS: I'm free to go wherever I want, because I don't want to go anywhere anyway.

Winter Blahs

What a winter. We've all been cooped up inside, so really, what's a dog to write about? I mean, you can churn out only so many philosophical tidbits, and then all you want to do is sit in the yard and feel the breeze.

See me out in the snow? I actually love it, but Joan's afraid I'll freeze. 

We're getting a fence—I mean a taller fence—because Chula has decided she's a cat instead of a dog. The girl can jump anything. No running start, no warning. Boing! She's over the four-foot fence in a flash. She's cost so much at this point she might as well be one of those Westminster dogs.

Chula's getting a little chunky: "Winter Speck"

Anyway, excuse me for not being in touch with the world much any more. It's just such a chore to get around. But, hey, I'm old. I can do whatever I want.

Best wishes to all of you,
Juno