There comes a time...

...in every Big Dog's life when his "children" leave home. 

Joe Diffy has gone.  He is traveling abroad to expand his mind and his experiences, to learn and to apply everything he learns.  He will also need some minor surgery so he will be resting in the Country.

While this is all good for Joe's maturity and personal growth, it is a bitter-sweet moment.  I am now all alone.  With Nana. 

I plan to expand my own horizons but I need psychological support to deal with my "empty doghouse" syndrome.  I will need a doghouse first.

Fare thee well and good-bye Joe Diffy!!!  Be careful where you spot!  Practice some self-discipline!  Neither a lender nor a borrower be...be thou true to thy ownself and thou canst be false to any creature. Scatter your cookies where ye may.  Don't bite the hand that feeds you!  Be slow to anger and quick to forgive.  Stay calm. Don't eat chicken bones!  Cats are not all kind.  Squirrels - you will never catch them.  Don't bark indiscriminately. 

Sigh.  So much to teach, and no pup to teach it to.

GOODBYE!
                                      GOODBYE
                                                                   GoodBYE
                                                                                    Goodbye
                                                                                                goodbye
                                                                                                         goodbye
                                                                                                                 goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeee

Apparently I have to tell the WHOLE truth, not just part of the truth.  Nana took me with her on a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooog trip.  While I love Buttercup, I was hoping for a Peterbilt but I digress...

I stopped to sign autographs for my fans.

Note the costumes!  My happy fans get all dressed up for me.  There is a whole line of happy fans lined up to get my autograph.  I signed so many, I tell you, I got cramps in my paws and I think I have carping tunnels.  Nana said I should stop carping and rest them.  She snorted when she said that....is she being mean again?

Carp diem!

Yesterday Nana left me alone.  She SAYS she went to a lecture and to prove it she took this picture:

 

 

 This BEAUTIFUL Lady is Miss Nancy.  She spoke at the conference and put MY name on her slide show because I am a member of the Golden Retriever Canine Health Study underwritten by the Morris Foundation. 

 

 

This is a BIG DEAL because the doctors are doing Big Stuff Research about dogs and cancer and helping people too.  I have a secret number because Nana says it is all a double-blind study.  I think that it means that I have to wear TWO blindfolds but I don't know when that will happen.  It will be a surprise.

 

 

If YOU know any Goldens, please tell them about me...er, about the study.  You DO get cookies.

 

I thought you might like this...Nana says that this is called a moon.  I think it is a ball and that once again, Nana won't give it to me.

I am going to call Unca Bob again. Out of control...

There were 3! babies here.  Nana put them somewhere and I can't find them.  I have been up and down, looked over and under.
I can't hear them or smell them.

They were in "there" and so I am not coming down until she puts them back. 

Hey! I am on PBS!!!

Check me out and vote for me (and maybe Nana, so think about it).  Nana posted a picture of me and Joe Diffy on our azpbs.org - photos in Arizona and people have said nice things.

So...www.azpbs.org

I don't win anything.
Nana sure doesn't win anything.


But, Here's to good fathers.  And adopted fathers.  And assumed fathers.  And Big Brothers and Little Brothers. And to good men.

I hope Heaven makes more of them.

You have seen it before and now you can see it again!  love, Bailey and Joe

AND just to clear up a few things...

While I DID eat the butter, I did NOT eat the cookies

 

 

Any of them.

 

And Dr. Wendy said I was to eat green beans and unlike SOME people we know, I am compliant.

 

 

Another clue, Watson...

 

 

 

Have no idea.

 

But I am happy now.  Can you hear "Smiling Faces" humming in the background?

 

 

If I had the camera, this would be called a Selfie.  But I don't have the camera and Nana won't give it to me.

Where O where has Nana been?  Why am I left ALL ALONE????

Ok Watson, lets look at this logically.

 I got into the tub.  I took my bath without a big hullabaloo...   AND I cleaned the tub after. 

 I ate all my green beans.  I didn't throw them around the room and I put my bowl in the sink after....

I got a job.  I get paid and I am good and when I get home, I put my dirty clothes in the basket after...


Oh wait...
Nana said that I got water all over the floor and she had to wash 4 towels. And Grandpa had to "snake" (SNAKE!!!!!!) the drain.

Nana said that I refused one brand of green beans in favor of the organic Costco beans and she had to go twice in one week and had to buy new books because she was already there so my beans cost her books cost grandpa (my long suffering ever-so-loving) 5 times what beans REALLY cost...(But I think this is a bogus claim).

Nana said that in fact SHE is the one who gets paid and even though I am chief and official FIRST CANINE RESPONDER, she is not going to buy me a fireman hat.  AND I don't wear clothes.

I can tell you this.  THIS is war.  I am going to call Unca Bob and lawyer up and me and grandpa will do a classy suit (in white linen) and Nana will have to account on where she has been.  Bean.  Whatever....