Sorry to post this a bit late but the humans have been in my way, scurrying around and doing all manner of strange projects in the home.
Erik came over and I was thrilled to see him. After he gave me a nice belly rub, he put on some old clothes and Mom put a scarf over her head, and they went down to the old bedroom and painted. It was very good paint, a pretty shade of grey, and it didn’t smell hardly at all. I curled up in the middle of the room and observed. Every now and again, they would stop and take a break and scratch behind my ears.
Dad and Jamie, meanwhile, went to a far-away place called, “Ikea”. Jamie says that “Ikea” is a swirling labyrinth of do-it-yourself furniture and Swedish Meatballs. When they came back, they built these dressers and put them in the bedroom.
I helped Dad with the dresser. Mom put in the faux “stained glass” windows.
Erik had a meeting and had to leave. We were all sad to see him go, but the rest of the humans kept very busy. Dad bought a bed frame for the old bed, and Mom found some nice bedding. Jamie fussed with the area rug until it was just right, and then Mom lit a lamp on the nightstand that Jamie built (from Ikea). Dad replaced all the light bulbs and a few ceiling tiles. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Sorry I’ve been missing. And I’m sorry I’m not caught up. Jamie graduated Monday and the house has been up for grabs!
The kids had so many different activities before graduation: A dance, an awards banquet, a Mass, a luncheon, then finally Commencement. 8th grade is over and it is on to high school!
The school stretched all these activities out over a couple of days, which meant the humans ran around clucking for a good long time. Mom was acutely stressed, Jamie was quiet and thoughtful, and Dad didn’t decide what to wear until that morning when he got his clothes from the cleaner’s. Good ol’ Dad.
Jamie looked handsome in his suit and tie, then he had to put on a funny gown and a flat hat. He said he had to wear it to get his diploma. Whatever that is! I do know that afterwards, there was pizza (one of my favorites) and a good-smelling cake, which I knew to be chocolate and therefore didn’t get any. I did get a couple of treats though, and I’d like to bark a big thank you to Laurel for coming to walk me and let me out of my crate on the big day. Woof!
(Is anyone else having problems with photos not uploading? I’ve been trying to get this photo of Jamie, just after he received his diploma, to load, and it’s not doing anything.)
Congratulations, Jamie and the Class of 2014! I predict a pawsitively bright future for you!
When Jamie was a young pup, he used to love the Thomas The Tank Engine stories that Mom read to him out of a big book (by Rev. W. Awdry). One of the characters, the Controller of the Railway, was Sir Topham Hatt. Sir Topham Hatt kept things running smoothly and on time, and the best compliment he could pay his engines was that they were Really Useful Engines. The old series focused on manners, and doing the right thing because it was the right thing to do. Jamie was very influenced by this and is still one of the nicest, most polite young humans that I know.
Fast forward nearly a decade, and Jamie has made his Confirmation and received some money. He decided to buy something special with it: a top hat.
The hat is a wool felt, Steampunk top hat complete with gears, lacing, and a smooth, satiny lining. Jamie waited patiently for it to be delivered. He purchased the hat from Kenny K Hats through Amazon.com.
Although I wish I could chew it up like I chewed up the duck, I know this is Jamie’s special personal property and I will respect it!
3. Every lesson includes just a smidgen of religion
4. Learning grammar to keep out of the slammer
5. Fun lessons
6. Tutoring sessions
7. Extended day
8. Happy Friday
9. Spirit Night
10. Halloween Fright
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your love, support, and sacrifice for my education. Thank you two for helping me go to school! You guys are the greatest parents to walk this Earth! Love, Jamie
*Maggie’s note: Jamie just took the ACT Saturday. He is 13 and in 8th grade. We are all very proud of him.
Dogtor B, an ex-shelter dog, became a therapy dog in October 2016. In 2020 he moved from Florida to New Zealand. He loves to talk about his endeavors, his brother Sky, and life in general as an American expat in New Zealand.