Happy Birthday Colin!

Today is Colin’s birthday.
Colin is my uncle. He’s the one who saved me from the German Shepherd on the beach last year during vacation. He held me high in the air so the German Shepherd couldn’t get me. I actually don’t think the Shepherd was trying to hurt me, but Mom is paranoid, so she yelled, “PICK HIM UP!” to Colin.  

Colin is extremely strong, so he was uniquely able to hoist me up. I am, after all, quite dense—due to my high muscle-to-fat ratio. I’m compact, powerful, and deceptively heavy. Like a loaf of artisanal bread, if you must know.

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Emma disappeared with Anne to Danville.
I wasn’t invited, but I heard her talking on the phone when she got back—books, burgers, laughter, sunshine. She came home smelling like avocado and happiness. Apparently, she ate something called a “hippie burger” at a place called The Kickstand, which I assume is for cool dogs on motorcycles. I wasn’t offered any leftovers. I’m just saying.

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Now for the serious stuff.

Chewy is gone.
Mom says he’s dead, but I don’t really know what that means. She says he’s cremated. I bet he likes that, because he loves ice cream—especially the kind from McDonald’s.

But I know what’s really going on.
He’s off on vacation with Benny and didn’t even say goodbye properly. I’m not eating until he comes back. That’s final. I’ve informed Mom, and she said the vet thinks I might need chicken. I might consider it. But only if it’s shredded just right.

Someone suggested a comfort stuffy.
Mom’s deciding between a few. I’ll act uninterested when she gives it to me, but secretly I’ll love it. I just need to keep up appearances. Dignity, you know?

Here I am at the beach with Joel, Colin, and Chewy. Maybe Chewy is at the beach....

– Peanut 🐾