This is Nana.
So as it turns out, Bailey was not just moping about his loss in the election.  He was limping so he went to the Vet - as in OUR Vet, whom we love because his hands know Bailey - and is a Morris Foundation Hero Vet  - and Bailey is sick.

He is so connected that he has much the same problem in his back as I do.  And he has Valley Fever.  Dr. Hudman has given Bailey meds for pain and to treat the Valley Fever which is some kind of a fungus that you can get when you like in the Valley of the Sun.  Spores are in the dust.  It is not contagious but it can wear a dog down.  Bailey is sleeping a lot as his body fights.  Of course he, like me, has been on a diet now for 4 years and has gained 4 pounds.  Mildly stated, he is a Big Dog.

Please send your prayers, warm thoughts and love in our direction.  There are many who depend on Bailey's wisdom and generous spirit to make it through each day.  We know life can be hard, that it in fact IS hard but Bailey was given to us all to help us learn unconditional love for each other, unwavering faith in the goodness and potential of mankind and complete forgiveness for what we are and for what we are not.

He loves you.  You.  As do I. 

We will keep in touch.

I lost.

I am not going to say that it was the fault of rigging.  Or the fault of the DEA. Or the fault of the ASPCA.

But...

Those darn cats.



We are in morning.  No, we are in evening.  As in I will get evening.  wid da tats.

SO, just to show you how popular I am...look at my signs!  I did not pay for this, it was a donation from a dear heart who knows the truth about cats, freedom and license laws. 

Thank you dahling, whoever you are!  I love you too.

 

Is this great or what???!!!

I have to admit, we are getting down to the wire.  Nerves are on edge, the banks are on meds for anxiety, and the Canadian brides are lined up at Nogales border crossing. 
Nana is calm.  Of course she is always calm because who can bear the idea of a Nana being UPSET??

I am calm.  I went to the spa, SEE?

I am so stressed that I am SHEDDING!
You are going to vote for me right????
I need this job!
And I think I look presidential...I don't have an email account OR a comb-over.  I am the perfect candidate!

I understand it now...its a shmear campaign.  Nana.  The very same.  She-who-won't-obey.  Nana...trying to make me look bad, with my tongue all hanging out.  She probably is going to tell everyone that I snore too.  And twitch in my sleep. 

 

Do you know what a papapapartzi is?  I think I have one...

I AM OUTRAGED!!!  Cannot you people understand that a bit of youthful misdeeds lead to greater wisdom as we get older and understand more??????  And I am telling you that it was Toddie's idea.  He was the mastermind behind the run to the Border!  And there is no truth to the rumor that we were running bootleg Canadian chocolate to Mexico.  Simply not true.  NOT TRUE. 

We are just 2 Smarties, 2 little Mr. Bigs, with Aero between our ears.  We are not slick little Glossettes, we can't even EAT raisins. And as a chocolatier, Bernard Celebrant won't let us near the truffles.

I have no idea who dug up this dirt. 

Anyway, the car has been totaled so there are not paw prints anywhere.

As you know, my strength as a canindate is with the cats.  However, I have tried to herd them and it is not working out as well as I had hoped.  Nana has proven to be useless as a campaigner. Or as a manager. 

Can you see TRUST in their eyes???  Do you think they will vote for ME???

I listen to them as they complain ad nauseum...

 

 

 

I am slipping into unconsciousness.  They whine and meow and hiss and I can't make them happy at all.

So I have a deep EXISTENTIAL QUESTION!!  Is it possible to make felines happy?  Just what do they want anyway?