The old saying is that what goes around comes around. Here's proof:
Just look at the loot I got in the mail today from Life with Dogs in Vermont!
Well, it was addressed to Mom but the cute Greyhound card inside says that Sola wanted to send this to me personally. Seems my little care package I sent to her while she was recuperating from Mr. Stick really touched her. I can only hope that it had a small part to do with her quick healing-although I’m sure her 2 leggers took very good care which was huge in her recovery process.
Mom has already confiscated the notepads and started her grocery list on it. As you can see I’ve added a few necessary items.
The Little Littles cookies are from out of this world. Well, that is if you consider the Green Mountain State out of this world. I’ve already inhaled four of them. Yes, I did say I inhaled.
I'm starting to feel very, very relaxed.
What’s those little green specks, Sola? Do they have anything to do with me all of a sudden wanting to light incense and tie dye my collar? And I’ve never had a Dorito but man, I’ve got a craving for them like you wouldn’t believe!
And why is Mom eating my cookies? Hey, Old Lady-get outta my cookies!! Uh-oh, did you get these from your neighbor? Cool.
Well, I’m feeling like putting a record on the record player, maybe something upbeat like Jimi Hendrix or The Doors and chillin’ for the rest of the night.
Thanks Sola for making my weekend and please express my thanks to your Mom and Dad for helping you get them mailed. Also tell them that I will be up to take care of their resident groundhog as soon as I run out of cookies.
Do me a favor please and tell Truffles “Groovy, Baby” and ask Nigel if he’s shagged any good magazines lately.
Thanks again, Vermont for sending me such good vibes.
Peace and love slobbers,