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Hey, hey, hey, it’s 76 degrees outside today; can you believe it? It’s supposed to be very cold because it’s December 30, and mom said it should be cold.

Dad had to go to the see the doctor today. It was just a regular appointment, and the doctor said he was okay. He has to have his heart checked periodically since his quadruple bypass surgery. The doctor also had the lab take about four vials of his blood—I guess to check his cholesterol and such. Dad’s all happy, mom’s all better, and since she is, I am very happy. It’s not cold outside, but I don’t want to stay very long anyway; I’m not hairy like Wooly and Kasha. Hilde doesn’t have much hair either, and we get cold quicker than they do, and the sun is going down.

After supper, I think I’ll try to get mom to go to bed; all I have to do is start beating on the door with my feet, and she gets the idea. I like to be on the bed because I can look out all the windows and let mom know if someone is coming. She appreciates me looking out for her. I really do look out for her, you know.

I can do more than just bark. I can jump off the bed, run around in circles, run backwards if I have to, and rear up on the window sill and then look at mom. I repeat this process if she doesn’t get up to see what’s going on. Being a burglar alarm isn’t my only talent, either.