Howdy Blogaroos. King Squirmy here. It’s January 6 – also known as Epiphany or Feast of the Three Kings.
The word epiphany in Greek means “striking appearance.” It’s when Baby Jesus met the Three Wise Men – after His Birthday Bash with the Shepherds. The Three Wise Men brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. We Three Kings would prefer treats, bully sticks and beef cheek rolls.
Today is also the day that many people take down their Christmas trees. Ours went over the deck railing the other day – losing needles as it went. Now it is providing a new pee mail location in the yard- until the Warden drags it into the woods.
Yesterday Keith departed for Newfoundland, but Sue is staying a bit longer. So I’m down one ricochet victim,
For the past few days I’ve really been in the doghouse with the Warden. It’s because of my obsessive licking behavior. No. I’m not licking myself. I’m licking the Boss. His ears are a prime spot – AND I’m also obsessed with a cyst he has on his back. And yes – it’s a cyst – because the vet has examined it – and it is definitely a cyst. The thing is – I feel it’s my responsibility to remove it by licking at it. Which I actually did once before – one time when the Warden wasn’t home. And my surgical skills were excellent- as it went away. But it’s back. So I feel the need to again remove it. The Warden stops me every chance she gets. And in fact, without being too graphic – she herself did some surgery on the cyst – and then treated it with antibiotic cream. Even so – I still feel the need to add my own medical intervention . The Warden finally put a shirt on the Boss – because she was SO tired of saying “Wojtek leave it!” The Boss didn’t care, he thought he looked dapper. And it did stop my licking – of his back. Now she’ll need to put ear muffs on him too. What can I say – I’m a caring kind of guy. The Warden said my behavior is just gross. Whatever.
I’m not sure how the morning constitutional will go now that Keith is gone. Will the two ladies attempt to take all three of us? Will two of us go while someone is left behind to mournfully bark out a plea for the others to return? If so, who is left behind? And then does that guy get a solo walk? With who? Oh the drama. This could be very entertaining. I’ll keep you posted.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.