Pawty Animals and Their Pets

Not too long ago J pulled something out of the “roundie” under the regular mailbox.  Buzz and I were there; we go check the mail with her or K every day, and always have to take a piece into the house to earn our biscuit.  Buzz is very serious about it and trots importantly up to the front door, holding his mail carefully, then dropping it once we’re inside. 

Usually I control myself and carry it in.  But  now and then the construction men across the street have watched as I hurtle around the front yard, dancing and leaping, tossing the catalog or newspaper that JK has given me for safe keeping. I’m just so HAPPY! I’m outside. JK is going to give me a biscuit.  Is there anything else?  I think not. My life is a party! Sometimes I have to just shred a newspaper as confetti.

On this day, J held the paper up, away from us and took it from the envelope. Buzz did a couple of stiff-legged prance moves. Give, give. The sooner I take that in, the sooner I get a biscuit.  Wait, boys, I’ll give you your mail in a second. What’s this?  Oooooh – Look!  You’ve been invited to a party!  Wait, no, a pawty!

She held it where we could sniff. It smelled like Fletch, with a tadbit of Molly!   A party pawty!! Buzz was very interested and as excited as he will allow himself to show. But I was sorta confused.  So every morning that I wake up, life isn’t a party?  There’s more joy to be had? I really didn’t know how this could be.  

We met Fletch and Molly the way we've met most of our buddies - out on a walk. Fletch and I are both purebred rescues (that's the breed J told me I am, one day when I was feeling a little bit muttly and scruffy in front of a bunch of purebred dogs).  Well I think Molly is too.  She lives with Fletch some of the time. We go past their back yard on our regular walk, and sometimes they get to come out and play with us in the church yard.  We run!!  It is so much fun.

To celebrate, I created confetti out of the Food Lion ad J gave me.  Buzz was allowed to carry the invite into the house, where J hung it on the refrigerator. 

Last Saturday we went on our early morning walk as usual.  Then K fed us our breakfast.  It was a regular happy day as far as I could tell.  Then J opened up the dog stuff cabinet, where our treats are, and pushed our prying noses aside and pulled out bandanas.  Bandanas!  I love my bandana!  I sit as still as I can and wait for her to tie it around my neck. I don’t know why, but good things happen when we wear bandanas.

we wanted to keep this for ourselves

J picked up the  box that she and I had made a couple days before.  No, this is for Fletch and Molly, she told me AGAIN, as we made our way to K’s car.  It's called a hostess gift. Whatever. The car! It was getting better and better! She put my Jollyball in first, then Buzz, then I jumped in.

I think I will just tell the rest in pictures.  J helped me make a scrapbook.