Yep, that’s correct, I’m an uncle. Uncle Brady, that’s me.

My niece is a young pup who belongs to my human brother, Eric. Eric named her Weetamoe. That seemed like a strange name to me, especially for a girl. Who names a girl Weetamoe?  My brother, that’s who.

Well, it turns out that Weetamoe is Algonquin for ‘sweetheart’. Eric is a student of the Algonquin Indians and King Philip and all of that era. You know, don’t you, that King Philip was the  Pokunoket chief called ‘King Philip’ by the English, the bands known today as Wampanoag.

We wonder if maybe Eric is part Algonquin Indian himself, their spirit certainly lives within him. He is happiest when he is outside either canoeing or building fires in his fire pit, or of course walking Weetamoe over at the agricultural high school. We won’t know for sure about Eric’s heritage until we receive his DNA results.

It was a little over a year ago when my mommy changed my name to ‘sweetheart’. She did that when she found out that Tom Brady was voting for Trump. But she forgets it 90% of the time, I guess she’s just too old to remember stuff all the time.

I’ve never met my niece, but I hope to next summer when we go to Massachusetts. I hope she will like me, but she has to understand that I’m not a pup, I’m an old guy, just like my mommy is old. I won’t be able to play as much as she likes to play.

This is Weetamoe: isn’t she beautiful!