Yo. Blog people. Elroy here to say hello and to let you know we are OK. I mean we’re not exactly super duper happy-go-lucky wiggy waggy, but we are OK.
The house is a bit quieter without the commanding voice of the Boss, but to make up for it, the Imp has cranked it up a notch. Who knew he could be as loud as the two of them put together? Oh my ears.
Her Highness has been taking us for walks together- which is a bit of a switch. I mean, before this, we either ALL went together to the lake OR we walked one at a time up the road. There was sort of a rule of “no dog left behind on his own.” So now it’s me and the Tasmanian Devil. I enjoy a good trot. He enjoys a good jet propulsion jog. Zig zagging all the way.
To Her Highness’s eyes, I appear to be somewhat sad. And yes, we dogs DO grieve…
https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/health/do-dogs-grieve-other-dogs/
I’m a bit more sedate. And introspective. ALTHOUGH, I am eating ALL my meals. And extras. I think because Her Highness looked at me and said “OK Buddy, you better not die any time soon.” So I’m taking her command quite seriously- and doing what I can.
In the past, both the Imp and I slept in our crates at night, while the Boss was free. But on Friday, Her Highness said we could both be FREE. That was just great – in my opinion. I jumped up on her bed, curled up and made myself comfortable. The Imp, on the other hand, rolled on his back with his legs kicking in the air, and attempted to toss around pillows from that position. When Her Highness said he needed to relax, he jumped off the bed and ran off with one of her slippers. She gave up and turned off the light. He then sat next to the bed and stared at her face from about 2 inches away. I must admit, the dude does provide comic relief.
We want to thank you for the many, many condolences and messages of support. We know that many of you loved the old fella like he was one of your own. The internet is such a powerful tool for sharing. Both good and sad…
Our intention is to keep sharing our crazy lives with you. We no longer have the voice of wisdom to tell his tales, but maybe some day he’ll communicate his feeling from over the bridge. Right now he’s too busy peeing on things after Viktor, Paxton and Beamish leave their marks. And he’s no doubt reminding them that he’s still the Boss…
Meanwhile, the role of Boss is kinda up for grabs here. I mean TECHNICALLY, I should be next in line, given my seniority, but I’m not exactly the bossy type. I’m too laid back to give out instructions. But Her Highness is making sure that the Imp doesn’t try to step into that role. I mean he’s pushy enough as it is. He’s a bit of a Napoleon- and he’s lucky I’m so good natured. He plays rough – doesn’t he look like a vampire in this blurry action shot? I think I’ll call him Vlad from now on.
Thank you again for all your kind words and messages and care packages. They are appreciated more than you’ll ever know.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe. JBJ.
Viktorsviews. The Next Chapter. 