hello gentle readers. this is the beautiful trixie. as you no doubt know, my crazy brother dennis makes frequent trips to the harbor to help him learn how not to get terrorized when skateboards and toy poodles go by. every once in a while i go along to supervise. this past memorial day was one of those times.
we kind of thought the harbor might be busy because of the holiday but it was fairly quiet. although there were surely evil perpetrators about, they kept a low profile, no doubt because they heard i was around.
i was curious about yearley sailboats. apparently they sell sailboats that have to be renewed every year or something. sounds like one of dennis’s shady business ventures if you ask me.
i did a little bit of walking but not very far. i’m sixteen years old. for a dog my size, that’s like a hundred, if i were a person. i’m pretty sure that’s nearly as old as dada. so i don’t have the spring in my step that i used to have, but i did get to go check a nearby peemail palm tree server a couple of times though.
dennis of course slouched around the place in his
straightjacket crime scene tape coat tinfoil hat “give me space” tunic. everyone seemed to respect it. i think they probably know him there by now anyway. sort of like how everyone at cheers knew cliff, even though they pretended they didn’t. and before you ask: no, i am not quite old enough to remember “cheers”, but, you know, we have netflix now, so i can watch reruns.
dada gave me lots of pets and paw rubs while we were there. i like paw rubs. but then it got windy.
and apparently i was shedding while dada was petting me, because something dada called “trixie tumbleweeds” started blowing away from where i was sitting.
really, dada. trixie tumbleweeds. i’ll have you know that’s highly sought after bird’s nest material. anyway, i kind of wanted to stay a while longer but some maintenance people pulled up in a truck and started unloading lumber and power tools right in front of us, and that would have been like the apocalypse if we tried to sit there with dennis while construction started happening, so we packed up the car and went home. but that’s okay. i was pretty tired from all that sitting and watching and sniffing.
all in all it was another successful visit to the harbor for dennis during which no one tried to kill him, and i got to remind all the evil perpetrators that I AM WATCHING THEM which is always a good thing because evil perpetrators tend to have short memories. anyway that was our memorial day, or at least, my favorite part of it. and now if you will excuse me, i have to go catch up on my nap. but don’t worry, i’m still guarding the house. i like to sleep right in front of the door, so any burglars who try to sneak in are bound to trip over me. the beautiful trixie, signing off.