Buddy has taught himself a new trick. I heard him whinning this morning and I couldn't see him from my post in my chair. Finally got up and he was sitting by the front door and wanted out. Yes mam, I got my walking shoes on and off we went. At the old apartment, he would wait by the kitchen door until I had some coffee and whine till he got his breakfast Beggin' Strip. What is confusing is when he sits at my feet and whines. Breakfast or walk? I ask him and he just licks his lips in reply. I think that means either.
Happenings: I got an email from Mary Jane Kolassas explaining the "Pros and Cons of Retiring in a Nudist Community." I haven't read it yet. The laughter tears makes the print too blurry.
Other Events: I put a sheet on my new/old chair because Buddy seemed to like sitting in it.
As you can see, Buddy didn't get the hang of what I was trying to accomplish.
More later ...