We've heard that what you do on New Year's Day is what you'll be doing the rest of the year. So, in an excess of caution, to avoid doing things we wouldn't want to repeat all year long, we decided to do one of the things we like best: take a long afternoon snooze. That was easy as we're still recovering from all the celebrations surrounding the holidays, our return from camp, a long New Year's Eve chat, and my sixth birthday.
Just to keep Mom happy, we also limited our barking (mostly because we're still hoarse from all the barking we did at camp) so that she can think maybe we'll control ourselves a bit better this year.
We do want to thank all our friends -- old and new -- for the many New Year and my barkday messages we received!! Mom tried to explain to a dogless friend what these friendships mean to all of us -- but the friend really didn't get it. Nevermind!! We understand.
My big dilemma now: what does it mean to be six? How should I behave? What kind of role model must I be for my goofy brother?
I've always been a pretty serious kind of guy, as I have what I've described previously as a philosophical nature (unlike the Goof). Now that I'm six, do I have to read more books -- or can I content myself with chewing paper and pencils? Now that I'm six, can I still bark my head off at anything I wish -- or must I constrain myself to only the most egregious violations of our space, i.e., neighbors who still insist on parking in their own driveways, dogs who insist on walking past our house, FEDEX, UPS, and trash trucks who insist on rumbling by and sometimes stop.
A puzzlement. I think I'll take another nap and ponder.
Jake the (older) dog
Pee ess: Our temps are dropping to 39 degrees tonight. This morning it was a chilly -- for us -- 50.