FRANKLIN FRIDAY: WE ALL HAVE TO VISIT THE VET SOON

Hi Every Buddy. It's me, Franklin. This is me, in case you forgot what I look like:

Yeah, I know I'm handsome.

Mom says we have to visit the vet as soon as she can take us. Penlapee needs her yearly check-up. I need my half-year blood work. I eat special prescription food because I'm in the early stages of kidney disease. I dunno what that means. I feel fine.

Mom is also kinda worried because she was petting me and found a lump in the middle of my chest. She doesn't remember it being there before, but Mom forgets stuff all the time.

Maybe the vet can do something good to Mom. She probably needs vaccines and should have her poop and pee checked, like the vet does to us.

Sorry I'm not in a very good mood. It's hot and I don't like to go to the vet, but he does give me cookies because I am so good at sit and shake hands and some other stuff.

I am an agreeable dog.

Okay I love you bye bye.

This is my perfect sit that earns cookies.
Penlapee only sits when she feels like it.

MODERATION IN ALL THINGS

Dear Hearts and Gentle People,

I might have to go back to using comment moderation.

My most recent post attracted spam. I looked through the three previous posts. They all had dumb comments that I removed. Grrrrrrrr. I don't leave spam on other sites.

I suppose asking to respect my blog is too much.

I got my cpap today. It's supposed to help with my sleep disorder so I won't be tired all the time. I find the device a bit daunting, and I admit that I'm going to wait until tomorrow to use it for the first time. My brain has to build up to the idea of having something strapped around my head and sticking in my nose. I know Penelope will find it disconcerting and might jump out of the bed.

Then I definitely won't sleep.

I wonder if anyone has been watching Fosse/Verdon on FX. It's quite good, but do many people remember who Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon were? How about you, you, and you? What do you know about Fosse and Verdon?



Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

WILDFIRE

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Perhaps you've seen something about the wildfire near Jacksonville, Florida, and thought, Hmmmmm, isn't that where Janie Junebug lives? I wonder if it's close to her.

On Friday I told Favorite Young Man that I would pick him up that evening and he said I'd better check online to make sure 95 was open. Part of it had been closed because of a wildfire.

Wildfire? What wildfire? My lack of awareness should assure you that I'm not threatened by the fire.

It turned out that a little stretch of 95 was closed from Thursday afternoon until Friday morning. When I drove through that area a bit of ash fell on my car. It looked like snow flurries. I couldn't smell smoke.

The fire did cover 600 acres but according to a headline yesterday, firefighters have 50 percent contained.

I read an article about the reasons we have more wildfires in these here United States. Because of improved engineering, people can locate buildings/houses in "wild" areas not used in the past. These buildings and their landscaping provide brand-spanking-new fuel for fires along with new opportunities to start fires because of people in the area who do things such as light charcoal grills or burn leaves or start bonfires or whatever it is that folks do. It's also been pretty dry here (no precipitation for 12 days), and the humidity is low.

No one knows how this fire started, but I heard speculation about a spark from a train because the fire started near some tracks. We've also been warned not to toss lit cigarettes around. If I ever start smoking (not gonna happen), I'll make sure I put out my cigs in an appropriate container.

The temperature was 101 yesterday when we shopped for groceries. It won't cool off for months, but sooner or later, our summer thunderstorms will start and it will rain almost every afternoon.

Or not.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

I've lived in "ON FIRE," "NIGHTMARE TORNADO ZONE," "SNOW-COVERED MOONSCAPE," and "AIR MADE OF HOT SOUP" with a side of "HURRICANE TERROR AREA." How about you?