I know what’s going on.

Jean is in on it too.

“She’” keeps going back and forth from the bedroom to the casita, taking out shoes, taking out clothes. She did the laundry and instead of putting it away in drawers, she takes it to the casita.

I didn’t attend the Doggie Detective Division of the Canine Comprehensive College without learning a thing or two.

She’s planning her get-a-way.

She keeps her suitcase in the casita; I know it is open on the bed.

Jean calls, they talk about flights. boarding passes, and what clothes to take.

Soon she’ll get out my Patriots canvass bag and load in my treats and my teddy bear along with my ball and some other toys. She’ll be loading my bed in the car before too long too.

I’ll get sad, she will too.” I’m gonna miss you” she’ll be saying. Ha, if she were all that sad, I don’t think she’d go.

Now she’s saying “Brady can I give you a bath?”  I guess she is embarrassed to take me to Peggy’s as scruffy as I look. I’m good about getting my bath. I like to be clean and I like to feel the gentle warm water all over my body. The bad part about getting a bath is that it takes a while for me to dry. I have to run in circles around the coffee table for a long time and still I’m not completely dry. Also, there’s a certain indignity to it, I have to bathe in a baby’s bath tub. At least it is blue.

So, I guess tomorrow I’ll be at Peggy and Carl’s house. I’ll be sad at first, but once my mommy is gone, I forget about her pretty quickly. I like cuddling with Peggy on the couch and going out with Carl on his golf cart. I love the food here too, Carl makes yummy  curry chicken. Peggy and Carl are really cool.

Sorry I won’t be writing any Brady’s Tales for a while. There isn’t any room in my Patriots bag for my computer.