Diego Lou Mueller saying hello, and where’s my treat? His mummy so overdid it yesterday, mowing the lawn, weeding, shoveling material around the house to slow the (constant seeming) rain water, picking up woody debris, chasing a stray pup-ster who did not (understandably) want to go back inside, that she can hardly move today, and has decided to take a day off, sit in her very comfy chair and read a book, maybe even binge-watch something good on the boob tube. You’d be surprised by how many films and TV shows contain dogs and horses, my favorites! Which, if I am awake, I watch and even bark at from the end of the sofa I have commandeered from mummy because – well, because. Right now as mummy writes this I am barking at the vehicles that are running up and down my road due to it being turkey hunting season here, gobblers only, until noon. Mummy wishes they would all go away, or, conversely, that I would shut TF (I’m not sure what THAT means!) up. I love her. Whoops, another truck! Buh-bye!
