Talisker told me that
yesterday was a day when we are supposed to take particularly good care of our
Mummies. I don’t think we can ever be
accused of not taking good care of ours.
We help keep her warm when she’s under her bird fur, we lick the water
off her legs when she comes out of the big glass washing box and when Daddy’s
not in our kennel, we bark at everything that passes by, just to make sure that
everyone knows that she has a diligent protection detail.
Talisker is the Head of Security
around here, so if he says to give Mummy extra special treatment, that’s what
we’ll do. I did suggest that if all dogs
have to do this, maybe some of our friends could join us with theirs and take them
to Testarossa Winery since all our Mummies like falling over juice. We enjoy their crackers too.
Olive said she’d bring her
Mummy, along with some friends we met the night before, Chewy and Mushu. Chewy’s relatives take care of sheep in a
land with really big rabbits with enormous back legs that carry their babies
around in pockets, and Mushu’s come for a place called Bean Town which seems a
little strange since he says he doesn’t like beans. They were visiting with their Mummy from San
Francisco and didn’t know where to take her around here so were grateful for
the invitation to join us. Of course, when
they discovered the quality of the crackers, they were even more appreciative.
Tobermory
