For Martha, Just Martha

Our hearts heve been so heavy, nestled far away in Southwest France with two fluffy Boyz -- Wilf and Digby -- as Digby fights the horrendous aftermath of a brown tick bite. Concerns for his plight have spread across our canine cyber world and, we hope, are helping his family during this sad roller coaster of emotions. We weren't certain whether we should write about anything else. But then we thought -- what do we wirey guys do best? We make our humans smile, even when their hearts are breaking for another doggie so far away.

So here's some nostalgia that might bring a smile or two to our pals who remember past adventures. This morning I checked in with the basset sisters, only to see the lovely Martha rolling in some exotic perfume. As her scent wafted across the waters to my sensitive terrier nose, I thought of Just Martha, the amazing runway star with whom I had shared a brief but dazzling career as a high-fashion model.

I told her of this -- and she responded that she too remembered. My muzzle started to quiver at the memory -- as it always does when anything exciting is about to happen -- a walk, a treat, a new branch to whizz on... So Martha, lovely Just Martha, I thought you'd enjoy a glimpse of my brave, if somewhat limited, attempts to perfume myself with nature's best smells in your honor (honour).
Yesterday afternoon, to enjoy the waning hours of the weekend, we all went out on the patio. Mom asked Charles Aznavour to sing. Dogdad opened a nice zinfandel. Cool breezes fanned us through the palms.

And I took off on my explorations.

I was having so much fun!! But, as I went from bush to bush, plant to plant, looking for lizards and toads and bugs, my brother watched sadly from the doorway.

The folks think he is still pained by his poodly paw -- and doesn't like to be where people might giggle. But I think he's just not as much of a true wire-haired fox terrier as I am. (Or could he be thinking of his eloozive Gabbi?)

That's OK. He knows how to organize things and keep the folks on their toes. And he is the one who gets them to feed us

So Martha, lovely Martha, just remember your pal Just Harry -- and let's hope that one-day our respective secretaries wil master the art of photoshopping so we can renew our collaboration wherever it may take us.

Your friend forever,

Just Harry