A letter from Astro to Jim and Grits

Bet you didn't know that New Dog could write? Well, he can. He's scary smart, so I wasn't surprised to find this in my "sent" box in Gmail. I decided to cut and paste it here as it's a good update on New Dog, who's officially known as Astro.



Dear Jim and Grits,

Thought I'd write and fill you in on what life is like here. I've made the adjustment to becoming civilized*, although sometimes it's been tough. The decisions that must be made: sofa or bed? Today, it's the sofa with John. Two meals a day? Makes up for most of it, but this woman won't give me more than a cup of food at a feeding. I clearly need more, but she says that since I bolt my food and throw it up later, tough. Now she's torturing me more with this new food bowl that has all these contours that divides the food into four sections of the bowl and I have to dig it out. It slows me down a good bit and I've quit throwing up, but dang, it's hard to get the food! There are so many ways to torture a dog. Thankfully, I get to sleep inside on a bed during the day, the fleas are gone, and I've got John wrapped around my paw. He sneaks me treats all the time.

*balls chopped off for starters and this whole peeing outside? Harsh! Note the new collar, which is a receiver collar for the invisible fence. Dang, that thing smarts!

Give my best to all the show dogs of Shirah Farms!

Licks,
Astro, a/k/a NewDog



No India updates this weekend. Jenny has taken her mare, Wendy, to a 100 mile endurance ride. Go, Jenny! I was going to meet JoAnna and ride Asia down Wadley Road, but the rain changed our plans. So, we drove to Horse Town instead and I bought new grooming brushes, a crop, a curb chain for India's new bridle, and some wound cream. I think the last time I bought brushes had to be over 10 years ago and the ones I have are getting pretty worn out.