So Mom got a “job” and has to go to “work.” I miss having Mom home all day. At least she takes the puppy with her so I have the house to myself. I don’t mind quiet days unless I’m the one doing the barking. And believe you me, there is plenty to bark at. This house has nice big windows and a conveniently located couch where I can see everything. When I’m not napping that is. Napping is my life. Well, Mom is my life, but napping is 2nd. Except for food…
The Win Man!
Clemmie was a French hound, who lived in Houston, temporarily relocated to France...or so her mom said, and spent her final days in North Texas. She loved living on the Northshore and all the places she went, lived for tummy rubs, preppy things, loved Ralph, tolerated her sibling Winston (who now writes this blog) and looked up to a big blonde Mama Dog named Blondie. Also, she was terrified of what seemed to be a mountain lion that liked to sit at the top of her stairs.
When this started, she lived on the North Shore of Lake Ponchatrain. Winston and his new buddy Marigold still live along I-10, but in the Spanish version of New Orleans, deep in the heart of Texas.
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