Totally Spoiled Already

This is the face of a very spoiled puppy!  This is Auntie Laura's new puppy that she is getting from Allana.   While I was surfing on the computer today, I found out that he is registered on Target in the baby registry, but instead of baby items, he is registered for puppy gifts!  Can you believe this?  Who does this?  I can't believe it.  This little annoying guy is going to be way more spoiled than I ever was as a puppy.

I knew it would happen

Maybe it is because it has been about 2 years that we've had a litter of puppies here at Dan and Allana's, but it has happened again.  The puppies are being allowed to play in the kitchen.  I have to admit that I do prefer they stay in their pen.  When they are allowed to run "wild" they are so annoying.  They sometimes think I am interested in playing with them so they come up to me and tug on my hair and this is so annoying.  I am much happier with them being confined to their pen.  Maybe it will be nice this weekend and they can go outside and play in their new puppy pen.

1st Monday of January

Everything was back to the normal routine here at the Hemenway homestead today.  Allana left for work in the middle of the night and Dan was at work for part of the daylight hours.   I did hear on the radio (that Dan so thoughtfully left on for me) that today was supposed to be the most depressing day of the year.  How can that be so?  I know that the sun isn't out a lot, but with the routine back, I didn't have the share the family room with all the other dogs.  I could choose between the sofa, the love seat, the chair and even Dan's new recliner.  Dan wasn't around to scoop me off his new chair and I had no competition for any of the furniture at all.  All the other dogs were put up for nap time so I had the place to myself for a few hours.  I was able to get a good morning and afternoon nap in.  So how could today be depressing?  I thought it was wonderful.  It almost reminded me of being an only dog.  I think the first Monday in January was delightful.

Another dog in the recliner!

This is getting ridiculous!  Every dog seems to be able to get into this recliner.  Look at Caiden!  He is sleeping in the recliner!

Well, O.K. Caiden is sleeping in Dan's lap.  But still, this isn't fair.  I was not allowed on the recliner when it arrived for Christmas but now every dog in the house does seem to be able to make their way on to the recliner.  I think I'll ask Santa for my very own recliner next year.

A day to say good-bye

Today Dan and Allana went to say their final good-bye to Stitch's owner, Major Earle Craig Peterson, USAF (Ret.).  I think Stitch should have gone to the funeral as he was Craig's wingman.  Dan and Allana came home and told Stitch that the funeral was a beautiful celebration of Craig's life and that Stitch was mentioned at the service and a big picture of Stitch was projected at the service. 

I think Stitch was pretty spoiled by Craig. Stitch keeps looking at the minivan outside and doesn't believe me that the van really is a car.  Stitch was always riding in the corvette with Craig.  I remember Stitch being dropped off to be babysat while Craig would go off on a family trip  and I seem to recall various fancy cars that Stitch would arrive in.  I know there was at least two different corvettes.

I think we should all be thankful for Craig's service to our country.  As a navigator in the air force and serving in the Vietnam and Korean wars I would have wanted him in charge of my plane as he navigated his team safely to and from their destination.  He is someone I would have wanted on my team.

I know Craig was always ready to serve the Alamo Area Shetland Sheepdog Club.  He had served on the board and  every time we had a show he was there early to help set up and was always one of the last ones to leave as he always stayed to help clean up.  If the club needed anything done, he was always willing to step up!  He will be missed by all the members of the club. 

Thank you Craig for your service to our country, our community and to your church.  You will be missed.  I promise to look out for Stitch until he can meet you in heaven.