Hey, sol. We’ve been missing you. No sightings in a little while, and the weather’s been pretty good, which makes us sad. I was thinking today about how you’d react to the sudden explosion of kids in our neighborhood. You’re quiet (except for the grunting and moaning and huffing) and didn’t like it when it got too loud, so one of the few times you’d bark was when the kids would come home from school. Our (relatively) new neighbors have 5 kids. There were 3 on the other side already. Every day from 3-6 pm, there’s running and shrieking and hide and seek and tag and all sorts of other stuff with all of the kids and sometimes their friends and cousins. It’d drive you NUTS.
Of course you never understood what they were doing — you thought we were under attack. Kind of like the only time we ever tried to take you camping and you patrolled the tent and barked all night to keep us safe. You know our plan this summer was to pitch a tent in our backyard to get you used to sleeping outside so we could take you camping again? We thought once you got used to it, you’d love it.
Where are you, crazyfur?
PS – The reporter who wrote about you for the Boston Globe is in London now covering the royal wedding. He said he’d rather be covering your homecoming, which was very sweet. Marisol Queen of the Fells, you’re the best royalty out there, and you wear a crown so well.