Since the humans are so spread out in their obligations, we are having a Pre-Father’s Day celebration here. Mike and Erik and Jenny are coming over for a late dinner, and probably a bonfire in the back yard. Mom is calling it, “Father’s Day Weekend”. Dad will open his gifts tonight.
Mom has been busy all day, making sure things are as close to “just right” as she can get them. What a fussbudget!
Mom baked this lovely pie for Dad. It’s a butter-and-vodka crust with triple berry filling, made from fresh blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. It’s Dad’s favorite.
Naturally, I’ve been smelling the pie all day, and naturally, too, that’s all I’m getting: a sniff. However, I did overhear Mom saying that she had a peanut-butter Pupsicle for me, so I’m getting dessert at least!
The other thing Mom did is to get me the most ginormous tennis ball I’ve ever seen. It’s so big I can barely get my jaws around it. So I ripped off a small piece of the covering and have been carrying it around by this “handle” I made. I think I’m rather clever!
I’m really having a good time with the tennis ball. Mom wants me tired out so I am good with company tonight.
Tomorrow, Dad, Mom, and Jamie are going to see their friends for lunch, and to a Classic Car Show.
Right now, Dad is snoring on the couch. Mom asked him to turn off the TV because she was tired of hearing the Bud Light “Fiesta” commercials. Dad turned off the idiot box and put his feet up and promptly fell asleep. He’s snoring. I tried to lick his face, but he must have RADAR in his sleep, because he pushed me away and kept on sawing logs.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there! Remember, just about anyone can be a father. But it takes someone special to be a dad.