How long before the party starts?

Today our master has a birthday. Yessiree, he will heave his frame out of bed this morning and be a whole year older. He should be so lucky, for we of the canine species have to endure 7 birthdays for every single one the old hefty one has. It wasn't so bad when we were ankle-biting puppies - being 7 and then a teenager before our human companions can even talk properly is quite cool. So wife of our master has prepared a feast, and the table was all set before they went to bed last night. She is a great cook, our mistress, so we can look forward to lots of little titbits. We are hanging out on the table just to be sure WE are not forgotten today. Pity we can't reach the old vino flagon.

Work is an overrated activity

Picture by Brenda Rudolph of Oz

Our great and mighty master (that's him blowing up a storm on the blue pool noodle) needs to learn that all work and no play make Zack and Daisy very stressed out little doggies. Maybe this picture shows us he might just have some fun-potential. Our master (who we sometimes call 'his imenseness' because he is a bit on the larger side of life) has been reading stuff by Bob Sutton and Jim Maloney. We're not quite sure who this Jim guy is - he could be a baseball player, or United States Representative (that's like an MP we think), a missionary, or even a Boston fish peddler, according to Google. But one of those Jim's said that 'work is an overrated activity'. Yup.

Anyway, back to work and fun. You know what our master is doing there in the pool? He sees pool noodles, and then sees friends wearing clothes at the poolside. He thinks of elephants from back in the home country. He impersonates them by blowing water all over people. And we all bark hysterically - except that poor man from Cyprus who wondered gloomily what all the fun was about. He was probably working.