Lambiedog

Parade blues

 

    So, I see that the Palisades has picked a winning motto for this year's Fourth of July parade:  "Small Town, Big Heart."  

    As these things go, it's okay, but it doesn't seem very Lambie-centric.  "Small Town, Big Poop," would have been better.  Or, "Small Dog, Big Stomach."  Or even,"Nice Bluffs, Many Ground Squirrels."

     Of course, I realize that I have only myself to blame, since I didn't enter the contest.  

    Next year I'm going to enter a slogan.  It's my civic duty, plus I think that I'd really enjoy the victor's reward of riding on the fire truck during the parade.  

Dolce's uncle

 

Dolce's uncle paid her a holiday visit. He thoughtfully paid attention as well to those of us who didn't have any visiting relatives.  

But when I got home I was beset with the blues.  Why didn't I have any relatives visiting?

 

Too bad my relatives live on the other side of the continent.

A friend to all

 

Out at the bluffs you can meet all sorts of individuals.  People who sit on the bluff benches tend to be very welcoming to me, which is a good thing since I tend to join them without waiting to be invited. 

    

 

With Sam and Grandpa

 

 I hung out with my brother Sam and my grandfather who was visiting.

They discussed computers, which to tell the truth I find deadly boring, although I feigned interest.

For a conversation to keep my attention, there should be a lot of "Lambie"s sprinkled into it.  I'd say the proper ratio would be about 25 "Lambie"s per minute of conversation.

Summit with the leaders of tomorrow

 

Ava and Tommy and I got together to exchange thoughts on local and national events.

As we strolled and compared insights, I found myself flattered at  how interested they were in this old dog's perspective.  Anyone who says young people don't care hasn't met these kids.     

They followed along closely as I walked them through my take on the world.

      

Then I listened intently as Ava shared hers.

 

 It's great to connect with youth, although influencing young minds is also a big responsibility.

Solace for my loneliness

Things have been dreary around here.  All my favorite people have been gone.

         

So when I saw Rambo out at the bluffs I was eager to do some running around.

 

 I had remembered him as a scary guy, but he was actually rather submissive to me.

Which worked out well.

....

 

          

Happy surprise

     I was out grazing on the bluff, doing some routine yet necessary investigative work, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a Honda Odyssey.

 I looked over...and there was Thomas!  

I sprang from my investigative work to greet him.                  

 What am I going to do when he goes to Prague?

I look into bettering my position

  

I've been investigating substituting a new family in for my current one.  Nothing personal, but the magic is gone.

So I went out to the bluff and insinuated myself next to a dad/daughter duo sitting on a bench.

         

    For some reason, they did not seem to notice me.

    Then I found another couple:  sophisticated yet mellow, enjoying their wine at sunset.

I stood by winsomely, then sat there to suggest that I belonged with them.

    But they were too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to me.

 People are so self-involved these days.  

Apparently I'd better stick with what I've got. My family is quite attentive.

Anthropomorphized

    This guy Pepe or Paco always arrives at the bluffs in a carriage.  His owner pushes the stroller up to the curb, and then Pepe/Paco steps out like a pasha.  

    We get along fine but I secretly look down on the way he is pampered and infantilized by his owner.

    I would never put up with that.

Ho ho ho

 

        I paid Willy a holiday visit.

    Kim greeted me warmly.

    Then Willy came out to join me and my family for a walk around the block.

    When we dropped him off at his house, I watched wistfully as he walked inside without a backward glance.  Apparently, he's not as sentimental as I am.