Barefeet, a ball and a beach

Well, I flew down to South Carolina last Tuesday. I was a very good boy on the plane and lots of passengers didn't even know I was on board. When we got to Granny's house, I was very excited and wriggly, because I hadn't seen her in a few days. Mommy opened the door and I raced all over the house looking for her. I can't find her anywhere.

I keep going back to her walk-in closet because it smells like her in there. It makes Mommy sad.

On Friday, I had to stay in the bedroom while people came and set up food. There were lots of photos of Mommy and Granny around. There were even two large photos that Rosie's Mummy took of the place where Granny was born. Then there were a lot of people here and I smiled and greeted all of them, but they seemed sad and nobody wanted to play ball. I kept looking for Granny, because I heard her name a lot, but she wasn't there.

They all said that Granny had told them all about me and gave me nice pats. There was one lady with a walker with tennis balls at the end of two legs. I kept whimpering and talking, asking her to throw them to me. For some reason, the people thought this was pretty funny.

After awhile, everybody left except four of Mommy's very good friends that she's known even longer than Mica. They changed out of their fancy clothes and put on shorts and flip flops and took me to the beach, along with a ball and a bottle of Prosecco. They made lots of toasts and hugged each other a lot. Nobody was paying any attention to me, so I found some other people to throw the ball for me.



I still can't find Granny and sometimes Mommy is sad and her face gets all wet and salty so I give her lots of kisses. Remember, I'm the dog who doesn't give out kisses. And almost every day, around 5:30 or so, when we'd usually go to the dog run, we go for a walk on the beach. I don't mean to make other city dogs feel bad but the beach beats the dog run hands down.

I can run and run and run and then go plop down in the water. Sometimes there are other dogs down there to play with and their owners will have a Chuck-it and throw the ball for me too. It's just the best.



I also have a big deck on the back of the house and Mommy's blocked off the steps so I can't run into the yard and into the pond where we saw the big alligator. But that's okay. Today a cat came to visit me on the other side of the barricade and I had so much to say (I asked if he knew our old cat Maui, because she was from the Island, too) that Mommy made me go inside.

Mostly it's really good down here, with lots of things to smell and sniff and long walks along the golf course and no sidewalks. It would be perfect, if only my Granny was here with me. (I wouldn't even mind staying off of the couch.)