I look pretty calm, don't I? Tranquilissimo. But you won't believe what is going on here. My human sister is getting married in a month (June 18) and my human grandma (Dogdad's mom) is coming to stay with us next Sunday until the wedding, when we'll all (except us dawgs) drive to Orlando for the big day. Fun, right? Exciting, right? Well, yeah -- except, Except. EXCEPT! 
For some reason, Mom thinks the whole bleep bleep house has to be cleaned from top to bottom and tons of stuff -- mostly her and Dogdad's old reports and files and non-functioning appliances and miscelleaneous unloved objets d'art -- you get the picture -- must be removed from the premises.
So last weekend and this, it's been like Mr. Clean invaded the place. Just Harry seems to like all the fuss and chaos -- and he nuzzles up big time to Dogdad as his super duper helper. But moi? I just like to repose on my bench and survey the world around me. 
Oh, one more thing. The folks got a bit irate when the Cincinnati Reds swept our Cardinals this weekend -- especially after last year's messy brawl. And our boy, Albert, is not having a good year so far. It's enough to make a dog turn to drink. Thank doG for my bench.
Jake
