This will be short ‘cause Dad will be back soon and take over the computer. Where do I start? I know, Bark, Bark, Bark, no that is for the UPS truck. Arf, Arf, Arf, no that is for the lady who brings the mail. Mom says that I just like to hear myself make noise. What noise?
Anyhow, I am glad to be home. I spent to much time in the car that I believe I might just start driving. I tell Dad when a truck is coming and put on the brakes (claws in Mom) when he goes to fast on curves. I wish he would let me in his lap so I can steer.
I got to hear Dad sing at the Smokey Gospel Jubilee radio show in Sevierville, sitting in my crate by Mom and eating treats, and I got to go into the church in AL, again in my crate beside Mom, and scared some man who came up to her. BARK, GROWL, BARK! Usually I stay in the van with my toys but sometimes I stay in building. Oh, no Dad is back. WOOF!
We have been home for a couple of months now and Rosie is rested and ready to go again. She likes to ride on the console between Lana and I, but her favorite place is on Lana’s shoulder so she can see out. She is nosy and sneaks onto the computer when I’m gone. Call, text, or FaceBook me for a concert. Rosie will be with us and might even let you pet her.