A Nap In Caninesville

Luky must be missing his cousins again. He reminded me that the last time I mentioned them I left out Georgia (who lives in Florida) and Blue. Blue is, one must suppose, a Yellow Lab. I say it that way because neither Luky nor I can really figure Blue out. There was some talk of him being from royal stock . . . like a blueblood Lab. However, I believe it's generally agreed that the "blueblood" reference was more about Blue's attitude than his bloodline.

Luky is full of himself now. We went for a short stroll and were stopped two or three times, by both pedestrians and cars, for him to receive compliments on his . . . hello!?!? . . . beauty! It was all I could do to talk him back to the loft - which might have been a bigger test had Sasha not been out there. Sasha is a newcomer to the building - an English Mastiff, or something like that . . . picture a 200-lb Saint Bernard with the coat and color of a Yellow Lab. She's a softy, but the sheer size makes Luky tread carefully - at least until he reconfirms her politics.

He says he wants to take a census of the neighorhood one of these days. He's right - it's Caninesville, for sure.

Ok - gotta run - his cell phone is ringing and he refuses to answer during his nooner nap!

Sheez!