It is another Sunday and a beautiful day it is. And Father's Day too. Mama thinks of her old dad, Grumpy. What a funny guy. And Papa thinks about his old dad, Grandad Sommese. Papa has liked his doxie hat quite a bit. Anyway, it has been so cold up here in New England first thing in the morning, I mean like my little paws, they have definitely gotten frosty some mornings. But for June, it has been very nice so we have been in the garden a lot. Anyways, we get up and after the "Old Folks" come back from getting their time with nature, Papa makes breakfast, and the best wicked coffee you can think of, Mama gets the newspaper and me and brother Merlin, we all go out into the garden and have breakfast. Actually, they have breakfast, we just sit and drool, as dogs are wont to do. And so, we go out there and Mama has two of the biggest wicker chairs you have ever seen set up under the maple tree. She got them both at recycling, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?? I mean, she is such a PICKER!. you know, like those guys on television, except she DOES NOT drive around in a Mercedes. Anyway, Mama has been a picker since way before they had recycling centers and she would pick at the local dump. One of her best "picks" was finding a Peter, Paul and Mary album, in the best of shapes. Anyway, I digress. Now that has all changed, which is good, because, I mean, there is only so many places you can put trash. She is very good at reducing waste, I can say that. Anyway. so we go out in the garden and Merlin gets tied to a leash on the chair (he is getting very old now and does not see so well and tends to wander) and I get to sit up next to Mama, which is so great because I was never able to do this. The chairs were not wide enough. Anyway, we sit and we all talk, well they talk and we listen, you know, blah, blah, blah, not that what they are saying is boring but we have no clue what is going on except when they offer us their plates from breakfast to lick from it is a treat. So they read the Sunday paper and we watch, adoringly, trying our best to get them to feed us any scraps they might have. Mama is a rock. She believes that doggies need to eat doggie food and people need to eat people food. Anyway, I have been thinking a lot about how I came to be known as Dharma Dharma. The first grandson, Bunny Wunny started calling me this out of the blue. It was very cute from the beginning, but I can still hear the way his voice went up at the second Dharma, and it still warms my heart. I keep asking Mama if she will write some of the stories of us together over the years, but she keeps telling me We Shall See, We Shall See. Long summer days with toads, and owls and sledding, and well, you can imagine. The boy from my book reminds me of him, a lot. And so I sign off for today. As always .....
And So Long!