When I sat down to tell you all about my third Gotcha' Day this morning, I first took a look at what we wrote last year. And what I found was so personal and detailed and loving -- I think Mom had a paw in it -- that I decided no way could we tell the story any better -- so, if you who are new don't mind - and if you are so inclined -- please take a look at our posts from September 8 and 9, 2007. That's me -- Just Harry -- still the silly goofball, even one year later. and just shy of four years old.
But we do have something special to announce. For the last week or so, Mom has been teasing everyone about two newcomers to the household, and, even though they are still en route, we found a secret photo that may give you all a serious clue!!!
Who are they? What are their names? Where did they come from? What have they been doing until now? We're afraid all that will have to wait until next Wednesday, when they will introduce themselves.
In the meantime, Jakey and I are celebrating my Gotcha' Day with explorations off leash outside on our back patio. It's still windy, but we love the breezes in our faces.
And last night Mom gave me a special walk. She held my leash very loosely and let me decide where I wanted to go. She was curious to see if I knew the way home. We walked down "poop alley" (the street where lots of doggies do their business) until I turned to come back towards home, and then we walked into our cul de sac. She thought I'd turn into our driveway, but I fooled her and continued to walk over to the golf course. I roamed around a bit -- inspecting the 18th hole, near where we live, and walked a bit along the cart path. Then I had enough. I looked up at Mom to see if she was still there, 'cause the leash was still so loose, I could barely feel her presence. Reassured, I walked confidently back to the hedge that edges the golf course, then down the cul de sac until I reached our driveway and turned in!! Mom was quite impressed.
Later today, I know we'll have some of our favorite treats -- popcorn (like last year, a Cubs-Cardinals game is on our TV) and peanut butter (not together), and -- even though our toy basket is overflowing -- a new toy or two. I noticed last week, when Mom was sorting some baskets, that she has a separate stash just waiting for the right moment. And what is a righter moment than my Gotcha' Day???
Lots and lots of wirey love to you all,