SORRY WE'RE AWOL

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I'm sorry we've been absent from the blogosphere. We didn't have internet for a week or so. I thought I'd die without something that didn't exist when I was young.

My modem was old and needed to be replaced. I actually hooked up the new one without breaking anything.

I'm also not feeling my best. I enjoyed work over the holidays. It was pretty quiet, which made for a nice change.

We were closed on New Year's Day and then I had the next two days off. I got a migraine and started sleeping for hours and hours. I built my way up to staying asleep for 20 hours a day. Franklin and Penelope would wake me up in the wee-wee hours of the morning to let them out and back in so we could return to the cocoon.

I called a wellness program that my employer provides and told an adviser about my predicament. She said, I think this is a medical problem. Your doctor should check your thyroid.

That's how I found out that I have hypothyroidism. I started taking medication for it, but I continue to fight to stay awake. My doctor says it will take a while for the meds to build up in my system.

I'm also having frequent migraines. I've had migraines for years, but never so often and for extended periods of time (two or three days of migraine, a little time off, and then another migraine).

I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow so we can talk about the migraines. Her nurse actually volunteered to call me tomorrow to make sure I wake up for the appointment. How nice and helpful is that?

The following is something one of my sisters posted on Facebook. She asked other people to copy it and put in their own answers. So I did.

Now I share it with you, and I hope you'll copy it and enter your information. I'm curious about you. You can share in your comment on my blog, or on your blog, or on Facebook.

Or you can comment about how weird I am now that you know more about me.

How old are you: 59
Surgeries: 3
Tattoos: 0
Shot a gun: No
Quit a job: Yes
Ever been on TV: No.
What do you drive: Nissan
Hit A Deer: No, but a deer hit me.
Ridden in an ambulance: Yes
Sang karaoke: No
Ice skated: Yes
Rode on a motorcycle: Yes
Stayed in hospital: Yes
Favorite fruit: Banana
Favorite smell: Peppermint

Skipped school: Lots
Dogs or cats: Dogs
Last phone call: Robot
Last text from: Domino's Pizza
Favorite holiday: Christmas
Watch someone die: Yes
Pepsi or Coke: Diet Pepsi
Favorite pie: Chocolate
Favorite season: Autumn
Sunrise or sunset: Sunset

Penelope is distraught because she hasn't gotten to tell you about her Kissmas gifts. Her post will happen as soon as we can manage it. 

For those of you who wonder about Franklin and the not-a-doughnut, he still won't do anything other than step on it very, very carefully to retrieve his bedtime treat. When I feel better, I'll lie down on the not-a-doughtnut. My presence will make him more interested in it. 

Or he'll take my place in the bed.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

FRANKLIN FRIDAY FINALLY ON FRIDAY: I'M NOT SURE WHAT SANTA PAWS GAVE TO ME

Hi! Hi, Every Buddy! HI HI HI! It's me, me me me memememememe, Franklin the Bordernese and I don't charge a fee to love me.

Kissmas was really great even though Mom went to werk. That werk stuff is dumb.

She had treats for us, though, and Santa Paws left gifts.

I don't know understand what my gift is. At first I thought it was a big, chocolate doughnut, but it doesn't have a hole in the middle. Don't tell Mom I tasted it a little bit and it is definitely not a doughnut. Here's what it looks like:

Don't you think it kinda looks like a chocolate doughnut?

Mom keeps patting the not-a-doughnut and saying, It's soft, Franklin. You will like sleeping on it. You are getting kind of old to sleep on the floor. I think you will be comfortable if you use it as your bed.

The not-a-doughnut is in the bedroom, but that doesn't make it a bed. THIS is a bed:

It's the bed that Mom and Penlapee sleep in. I been invited to join them, but Mom snores so I prefer to sleep on the red rug in the bedroom and I am not too old to sleep there.

Maybe someday I will figure out what the not-a-doughnut is. 

I'll tell you when I know.

Next week, Penlapee will show you her presents.

Okay I love you bye-bye.

I am way too dognified to sleep on a thing
that looks like a doughnut.

FRANKLIN FRIDAY ON MONDAY: WE BEEN SAD

Hi. I know I said I would come back soon to tell you about our Kissmas presents, but we haven't done any blogging around here because Mom goes to that stupid werk and because we are sad. Our good friend Mrs. Ducky, who leaves nice comments on our blog and sends Mom funny grammar cartoons, lost her Bud. Mom says Bud was Mrs. Ducky's hubsend and they were married for a long, long time.

this is me being sad

this is Penlapee being sad

I promise we will start to get over our sad and show you soon what Santa Paws brought for us.

Mrs. Ducky is so brave that she is blogging at fishducky, finally! and sending out funny emails to her friends. If she isn't your friend yet, all you have to do is visit her blog and behave yourself, doing stuff like sit and shake, and she will be your friend. That's the kind of person she is. 

Mrs. Ducky is helping us feel better at our house (we are also missing Favorite Young Man right now, but he'll be back).  She sent an email to Mom that said her Bud would have liked Mom because *snicker snort* Mom is bat-shit crazy. *snicker snort*

It's true. Mom is *snicker snort* bat-shit crazy.

Okay I love you bye-bye.

We love you, Mrs. Ducky.

FRANKLIN FRIDAY ON SUNDAY: MERRY KISSMAS!

Hi! Hi! Hi! Merry Kissmas, Every Buddy. Merry Kissmas. Can you hear me? I barked


Merry Kissmas!

Me and Penlapee will write to you soon to show you our Kissmas presents after Santa Paws delivers them.

Remember last year when Penlapee got this jacket and was worried it made her butt look big?

I had to tell her about a million times that her butt didn't look big. She worries too much.

See ya soon, and

Merry Kissmas!

Okay I love you bye-bye.

FRANKLIN FRIDAY RERUN: MOM WENT TO GEORGIA AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT SHE GOT US

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Can you believe it's been a little more than three years since Penelope came to live with us? Franklin and I want to commemorate her arrival by rerunning the post that he wrote about her, which first appeared on October 2, 2015.

We love you, Penelope.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


Hi! Hi, Every Buddy! Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi hihihihiihhihiihihihihihhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I'm so excited I can't stop hi-ing.

It's me, it's me, it's me, Franklin the Bordernese, whose mom always needs to peepee.

Mom went to a far away place not too long ago. It's called Georgia. She was gone for about a year. She claims it was only part of a day.

Mom went to a place called Claxton. I Googled it after she left. I figured she went to get a world famous Georgia fruitcake.

Nope!

Anyway, you won't believe what she brought home with her. It's sooooo much better than a fruitcake.

You know I been missing my buddy Harper since he went to heaven. Harper can't ever be replaced, but we can have new family members.

MOM BROUGHT HOME A SISTER FOR ME!

Mom saw this picture

online at a place for rescued dogs. Mom didn't tell me what might happen in case it didn't work out. She didn't want me to be disappointed.

She thought this doggy looked perfect to be my sister. She named my sister Penla-la-peee. Oh. Mom says her name is spelled like this: Penelope. She already knows that's her name.

I remember when I came here to live. I found out I was moving into a castle with a Queen. A big man with pictures painted all over his skin carried me to the backyard. I thought he was the servant, and he kinda is, but he's really my human brother.

When Penelope got here, she was scared. She didn't wanna get out of the car. She finally got out and ran into the backyard. She was safe because we have a good fence. But she wouldn't come inside. She wouldn't let Mom get close to her. She didn't know she was moving into a castle and that our mom is the Queen.

Mom had to call my human brother for help. It was raining hard, and it was getting dark. Painted Brother was patient with Penelope. He followed her around the yard and talked to her and showed her a dog biscuit.

Penelope went under Mom's car in the garage. At least she was out of the rain, but she couldn't stay there all night. My big brother is the bravest, strongest big brother in the whole world. He's better than a fruitcake from Georgia, too. He got down on the floor of the garage and slid under the car. He helped Penelope get out from under the car. Then he carried her into the house.

He and Mom dried her with towels and made her warm and cozy. Brother cuddled her for a long time.

That's when I met her. I did everything I could to help, and I'm still helping her learn how to live in the castle. Mom says one really good thing about Penelope is that when she needs to go potty she always goes outside. She never goes in the house. I typed this part small because it's about personal stuff.

Penelope learns every single day. I showed her how to sit just perfict like the dog of a Queen should.

See! See! See!
This is my perfict royal dog sit.
I will teach this to Penelope.

I've written a lot now, so I will try to tell you more about Penelope next week.


Mom hasn't gotten many good pitchers of Penelope yet because she wiggles a lot. She doesn't know the perfict royal dog sit, but I just know she can learn it. I'll try to find at least one good pitcher of Penelope at our castle.

Here's my sister.

That big furry thing is my tail and one white paw.

Penelope isn't as furry as I am. She's soft and sleek.

She likes to kiss me.

She kisses Mom, too.

Sometimes we both kiss Mom at the same time.

It makes Mom happy.

I'm tired now. I been working so hard to take care of Penelope.

Okay I love you bye-bye.



Franklin the Bordernese

IT'S VETERANS DAY

Dear Hearts,

It's not Veteran's Day. It's not Veterans' Day.

It's Veterans Day.

I know because I used to write it incorrectly and I've seen it with an apostrophe a number of times yesterday and today.

Now I imagine a few of you scurrying away to make corrections.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

wrong, wrong, wrong

HAVE YOU VOTED?

Gentle Readers (especially U.S. citizens) . . . and Maxwell,

Have you voted yet? If not, today is the big day. This election is crucial. I urge you to vote for candidates who want to look out for our best interests.

I don't want a Democratic majority in Congress because I hope to see Donald Trump impeached. If that happened and he were convicted, then we'd have President Mike Pence. I don't see that as an improvement.

I do want a Democratic majority in Congress because I hope they can impose some sanity in Washington. Democrats can help to balance out the fake power in The White House. I see that as an improvement.

I voted Sunday evening. The line at the polling place was longer than I'd ever seen it before.

At least I got a chuckle out of the people around me. I said, I'm glad so many people are here––as long as they vote the same way I do.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug