Hello everyone. Sorry I haven’t been blogging for a while. I get so busy here in Solivita that time just gets away from me.

You know, it’s Veterans’ Day and there are  activities here in Solivita in honor of our veterans. The Village Center Drive is all decked out with flags and there is a service today.

I don’t know too many veterans but I know they have done wonderful things for our country and mommy and I are very grateful to all of them.

But today is special for another reason. Guess what! It’s my birthday! I’m eight years old today. Once you calculate things out, if I were completely human, not just smart like some of them (and smarter than a lot of them), I would be 56 years old. Wow! I’m a senior citizen. I could join AARP and get lots of senior discounts. I could even qualify to live in Solivita on my own.

I feel very wise and dignified now and hope I will receive the respect to which I am entitled.

But you know, I remember when I was just a baby and came to live here. I was born in Orlando, way on the other side of the airport, off of Curry Ford Road. I was the last one chosen in the litter, can you imagine that? As cute as I am and the last one chosen, it’s enough to give one an inferiority complex.

When mommy picked me up she brought me home in a crate which she put in the back seat. Then while she was driving the crate turned over, I was terrified. I figured I had been kidnapped by some maniac. When we got here I hid behind the piano and it took forever for me to come out. I didn’t think I would ever adjust to being in this place or the people here. I was tiny, bewildered, and forlorn.

Then all of the sudden mommy’s friends started coming over and bringing me presents as if I were a human baby. I was beginning to feel right at home. Some of the ladies came with open-toed shoes, when they did I bit their toes. I don’t know if they liked that or not but if not, they shouldn’t wear those suggestive shoes.

Now of course, I’m the man of the house and I get my way in most things. Also when we walk down the street people go by and yell “hi Brady”. They never say “hi Carol”. I think she’s jealous. And boy when I was away a little while ago and I came back, lots of people said they missed me, they even stopped their cars to ask where I had been.  It felt good to be home and see my friends.