Picture taken May 17, 2014
James Bond: “Baccarat. Yes, I can tell you about baccarat. But first you must tell me something.”
Dennis: “Ummm okay, let’s see. Well, I licked all the bacon in the buffet.”
James Bond: “That’s not the sort of information I meant. But thank you for telling me.”
Greetings, quivering civilians! I, Saya the Mighty, am here to let you know that I will not be around for a month or so. I am going off to puppy summer camp, AKA the place where I was born, to spend some time with my doggy mommy and my doggy sister and their human mama, while brother Dennis gets a special treatment called Pulse Signal Therapy to try to regrow some cartilage in his hips and back. The treatment takes a couple of weeks and after that Dennis has to have “no jumping and no football moves” for six weeks. Apparently “football moves” include getting tackled and crashed into walls and gates by his “overly exuberant” sister, i.e., me, Saya the Mighty. Who knew?