Peanut’s Log – July 11, 2025

 Peanut’s Log – July 11, 2025

Okay, okay… What’s today? July 11! Big day! It's the day before that tall boy Eric’s birthday!

Also, it’s Prime Day. I don’t know what that is, but Emma gets very excited about packages and cardboard boxes, so I’m into it.

Now, you might recall that we were supposed to go to Michigan yesterday, but we didn’t. Apparently Eric had a rough night, so we stayed. Honestly? Fine by me. I got another day in my sunny yard kingdom. Emma used her noisy beast of a chainsaw (which I keep my distance from!) and chopped up logs like a wild lumberjack. She made a new flower bed with mulch and daylilies, and I supervised. It looks great. I peed near it to christen it.

Today, we’re hitting the road. Emma says she’s going to do her typing thing, shower, pack, and we’ll leave. Hopefully by noon. I’m ready. I’ve got my travel harness and my discerning nose.

She baked brownies yesterday too. I didn’t get any (rude, chocolate is bad for dogs, blah blah), but I did smell the glorious scent. She made them for Eric. She says she feels like a bruiser lately, strong like a gorilla or something. She should hear how proud she sounds when she talks about swimming and weights and walking. That’s called athletic, Emma. And healthy. And you smell like sunshine and peanut butter toast, which is all that matters to me.

I had a fantastic day yesterday, in case you were wondering. Napped in sunbeams that made me feel like I was back in L.A. (where I once owned a hotel, if you haven’t heard the tale). I strutted through the park like a prince. No new dogs joined my fan club yesterday, but no one barked rude things at me either, so win-win.

This morning, I woke up early and shouted, “I AM AWAKE!” because that’s what you do when you’re alive and fabulous. Emma got up, groggy, but I could tell she still loved me. She always does.

At night, we curled up on the couch to watch “Orange is the New Black.” I lay on her chest like a loaf of love, perfectly shaped, perfectly weighted. She pets me, I melt. We remember Chewy together sometimes. He used to nudge her left hand for pets like he was the king. I miss him. But I’m here now, and she’s not alone.

So off to Michigan we go. I’ll be riding shotgun, keeping guard, and soaking up Emma’s every sigh and smile.

She’s my person.

🐾
Peanut
Road Trip Commander | Backyard Supervisor | Emotional Support Genius