YUP, STILL ALIVE!!

Yeh, so I'm not dead or anything. Just been busy with Drew and Saona here, and with Bradley, Wes and Suzanne dropping in and out, and with Tessa and Marley visiting. Also, I'm sleeping a lot cuz it's just stinkin' HOT!!! You try being all tail-waggin' energetic while wearing a heavy fur coat in this weather. I just wanta find the coolest floor covering in the area and flop my furry body right down for loooong naps.

Just checkin' in with everybody. Hope to blog better later. See, I told ya I wouldn't like the pressure of blogging. Everybody's all "why aren't you blogging" and "why don't you talk about such-n-such in your blog" and "what's a matter - running out of things to say"!!!! Tessa and Marley are just mad becs they want another starring role on my blog. When they start blogging themselves, I'll listen to 'em.

Just so y'all won't be totally bored and disappointed in today's blog, I'm sending you part 1 of The Legend of the Evil Woobie. This was written by another golden named Blaze, who may or may not be still with us. Tune in next time for the rest of the story.

The Legend of the Evil Woobie!

Part 1
Once upon a time, over a hundred years ago, there lived a kindly old man named Lord Tweedmouth who loved his doggies very much. For his doggies were very special. They were hunting dogs, like many others in the neighborhood, but they had been born a very unusual shade of gold. These dogs became known far and wide for their prowess at returning birds to their beloved master when he went out shooting, and they returned his love and affection manyfold, even sharing his bed (unheard of among hunting dogs at that time). This was a source of great dismay to the good Lady Tweedmouth, for she felt her social status was measured by keeping the manor house tidy. (And, if she could have admitted it, she would have said that she had always been more than a wee bit jealous of these special dogs from the outset.)

As word of these special golden retrieving dogs spread like wildfire among the gentry, good Lady Tweedmouth was astonished to find that her social standing was greatly enhanced by being associated (if only tangentially) with her husband's special hunting companions. Gradually, the Lady's heart began to soften towards the great huge drooling beasts that inhabited the house, despite the bitter complaints from the parlormaid and chambermaid about the vast quantities of golden hair they removed each day from parlor and bedchamber. In fact, as the Christmas season began to draw near, she even began to contemplate giving the dogs a special gift of their very own. Being a wise woman, she kept these thoughts to herself, as dogs were not treated then as they are today. Nonetheless, she owed the golden beasts a debt of gratitude for improving her social standing, and she spent many hours debating what gift they might most enjoy. . .