To Lucy Lou

Lucy Lou,

About all that is going on around here is "painting". My Mistress got into her head that everything needed a fresh touch. She even painted my closet. Now I can't even find my clean clothes. A fellow needs to change clothes once in awhile without hunting the house all over for his clothes. Talk about a "fresh touch" if she doesn't quit soon I'll not smell too fresh and clean in her fresh and clean house.

Now she is talking about 'redoing' the living room. I let her know in no uncertain terms that she is NOT TAKING MY CHAIR. That's the most comfortable chair even if it's getting a little thread bare in spots. NO SIR, SHE IS NOT GETTING MY CHAIR! I guess I will have to vacate the living room for a week or so. Pretty soon I won't even be allowed in the house. Oh well. My clothes are gone and soon she will be throwing my chair away so I guess I will be next. Whatever happened to the fact that a man is supposed to be the King of his castle? Is sounds like you have it made where you live. I know my Mistress loves me. It's just that she gets these brain storms and you might just as well get out of her way.

I've already had 7 series of Chemo and have 5 more to go. I'm very weak and can't do much. As usual I now have another problem. It's called low red blood cell count. We people have red and white blood cells. I always thought all our blood was red. To tell you the truth I have never seen white blood. What color is yours? Now I have to take more shots. I don't like getting shots. I just wish my Mistress would take them for me, but she put her foot down on that idea. I don't think she likes getting shots either.

I hope your Mistress is soon doing better. I pray for her every day.

I'm too tired to write any more. That is what low red blood cell count does to you. It makes you tired and sleepy so I guess I will take a nap.

Thanks for your Doggy prayers and be careful with that new computer.

Your Friend,
Clayton