You’re right, I’ve been lazy. I mean, it has taken me over two years to get around to posting anything. That’s definitely not what I am proud of.

I’ve got lots to you bring you up to date on, but first I want to tell you about something that happened about two years ago.

Mom had been taking me with her to visit her friend Millie who lived at Good Samaritan Nursing Home. Millie liked to have me come and visit and when I went we also met other people there who would smile at and talk to me. They seemed very happy to see me. We would visit in Millie’s room and also go out to the butterfly garden to sit outside. Mostly we saw birds there and not too many butterflies. It made Millie happy though to go out and show me off to her friends.

Millie was ninety-five years old when we started visiting her there, we kept going for another four years. If Mom ever went without me, Millie would be disappointed.

Suddenly, Mom got the idea that I could become a Therapy Dog, and don’t you know, that is what I became. I wear that badge on my collar with pride. I even have a certificate, sort of like my diploma from the Canine Comprehensive College. I should have it framed, so I can look at it every day. Not every dog can be a Therapy Dog, but I am.

Now Mom says that in reality, I’m her therapy, even though she used Millie as the excuse for my becoming certified. My certification came with many benefits. I can walk into the lobby of a big hotel and they welcome me, even timeshares allow me to come. Well, most of them do, but that is a story for another day.

I guess this elevated status went to my head. I got so interested in other things that I ignored my responsibility to keep my adoring public advised of the important events in my life. But now you know, so the next time you see me walking down Barcelona, make sure that you show the proper respect.