Random Easter Ramblings

As nice as the weather was on our walk around Beacon Hill the other day, the weather today is pretty miserable, especially if you are a human. It doesn't bother me so much, and I actually think the rain is kind of fun, but dad always gyps me on my walks when it rains. I try to encourage him to stay out longer and just shake a few times like I do, but he hasn't gotten the hang of it even after all this time. You would be amazed at how much water you can get off your body just by shaking.

Spring time is rainy season in New England, and this year is no exception. Dad says it's all part of the changing seasons, but mom doesn't buy his argument for a minute. She says the weather in this part of the country sucks, and we should move to California, where it's sunny most of the time. My cousin Joe the Cat is always bragging about how great the weather is in CA, and how he gets to go surfing all the time. He sends me emails and tells me how "totally rad" the waves are out there. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding what he says with that surfer-speak. Now if he would just say he went to the beach and had a "wicked pissah" I would know exactly what he meant.

I noticed a lot of my online friends are sporting silly rabbit ears and other assorted head gear for Easter. I'm so relieved my packies didn't make me do that, but I have complete confidence that they will think up something else with which to embarrass me in front of the world in due time. Packies do those things because they think it's so cute and entertaining. I find it neither amusing nor endearing, and I just wish that sometimes they would get a life. As for all my friends out there, I'm really sorry for you guys, and I feel your pain. Unfortunately, we all know that a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. We earned the title, "Man's Best Friend," after all; it wasn't just handed to us on a silver platter.

The other thing that has been on my mind lately is when is President Obama ever going to fulfill his campaign promise to his daughters, Malia and Sasha, and get them their puppy. I know he's been a very busy man, with trying to fix the economy and his recent trip to Europe, but Vice President Biden was able to get his own puppy, Champ, several months ago. If the president needs a special adviser on canine affairs to get this job done, I'm perfectly willing to submit my candidacy for the vetting process. I don't have any problem with delinquent tax issues, or undocumented domestic help. Every year when I go to the vet for my check up, he takes my temperature the hard way, so how difficult can the vetting process be. I think this has waited long enough now, and it's time for President Obama to move this up on his agenda.

Well, that's all for now. I'll be scouring the news, and listening to the Sunday talk shows with dad tomorrow, and post you next week. To all my Jewish friends, belated Happy Passover, and to all my Christian friends, Happy Easter. As for my atheist and agnostic friends, just keep wagging your tails.