I’ve been hearing all the buzz about this so-called “nephew” of mine since early November, but I was starting to wonder if he was really real. First I’m not allowed to see him because he has pneumonia. Then, he’s all better, but he’s still “contagious.” And when he’s finally not contagious, I’m stuck with a bandage on my paw and a cone on my head, and damned if I’m gonna meet my nephew looking like some pathetic disaster case. But finally — finally! — he came up to Connecticut with Greg and Kelly last weekend, and let me tell you, it
was worth the wait. What a great little guy! He’s super, super friendly. (Takes after his uncle.) A big face-licker, too. Loves to keep busy, and believe me, I didn’t let him rest the entire weekend. (I know, I’m supposed to be the mature, calming influence . . . but you know me.) I showed him everything. The dog park, and all my friends there. My outside run. My playroom. And the high point: Lake Mohegan. Of course, I immediately went flying into the water after some tennis balls, and I figured Ruckus would do the same. But he kind of just waded in up to his chest, and then stood there. Like he didn’t know quite what to make of it. We’ll have to work on that. But at least he was a good sport about it. Next week, I’m gonna show him Vermont. And next summer, Montauk. The two of us are gonna rule the beach! And don’t worry, I’ll show him how to dodge the cops, so no more tickets. Man, I really like this little guy! (Did I say that already?)
Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.
Priceless.
This made me so happy!