Sweet Lady Gaga. We have a steady parade of Amigos coming by Casa de Canterbury these days, but they only have eyes for Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea. Seriously. To paraphrase from The Help: I is cute. I is smart. I is here. So why is The Red Man being ignored? This is a rhetorical question, of course, because The Red Man will never be ignored, but still…apparently I am now wearing the Invisibility Cloak belonging to one Harry Potter. For real. It exists.

Chelsea on the porch, August, 2015

TBO Chelsea on front porch watching for company

Number One Son came by late this afternoon and stayed a long time while the old woman Slow and Pretty went out for 25-cent shrimp night at Rockaways. He oohed and aahed over TBO Chelsea and talked to her and petted her but did he have a kind word for moi?  Not even a glance. Sigh. I suppose he’s forgotten the good old days when he used to chase me down the street in his bare feet while I made one of my infamous escapes from Casa de Spring Valley. Heh, heh. Those were some fun times, let me tell you. Hm…that may explain more than I’d like to remember.

So today was a good day for Casa de Canterbury – Chelsea forgot she’s under the weather and started using the doggie door again. She even forgot she only has three good legs and could be seen standing on all fours whenever she had an audience so Slow and Pretty were happy, too. Maybe her meds are kicking in. Who knows – but never look a gift horse in the mouth. Just take it and run with it. We’ll see about tomorrow if it gets here.

In the meantime, get me outta here Percy…I think I’ll do some Paw Snaps and Twirls to get a little attention before zzzz time. Catch you later, Sports Fans…stay tuned.

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