Some of you may be getting this in the mail... but here's a pre-read...
What a year it has been. I didn't have to move which I guess is good. But I get left alone every day when Liz. goes to work. Don't get me wrong, I like to hang out by myself but when she comes home from work I make her feel bad about it daily. Some days I am more effective than others. All the same I did get stuck on a diet (or as Liz. calls it - lifestyle behavior modifications) this year with some decent results. Note my fit and trim figure in my picture.
I have actually used my alone time to hone my typing skills and since Liz. has been so slow to get the letter written this year I thought I would try my paw at it.
In July Liz. went on vacation which in turn meant I got to vacation to the farm. Life on the farm is always nice. I enjoyed spending time with Riley as well as being able to mouse and feel the grass between my toes. Needless to mention I was spoiled rotten as well.
Back in Fargo Liz. has taken to entertaining. While this may not be new, Fargo has definitely opened up more opportunities for time as well as different people to visit. My personal favorite is when aunt Jess comes over. She knows where the treat drawer is and isn't afraid to use it. Feel free by the way to send me shaved tuna flakes at any time.
Let's see, highlights from our year include:
>Liz. cross-trained at work which means better hours (no Saturdays)
>Liz. got a new niece - Miss Sophia Marie born October 3
>Liz. had a poem published in a summer anthology of poetry. (I'll include a copy below)
>Liz. ... you know I am feeling a bit left out here. Again feel free to send me shaved tuna flakes at any point.
Ok, ok... really I am done now. As promised here is the poem:
No Fishing
It was clearly posted
But even that did not slow him down
As he cast into the water
And reeled back in
He was looking for water
Looking for food
Looking for information
The lake was not giving
But he did not give up
Day after day he returned
Searching for something
Something to quench his thirst
Finding nothing
Getting wet.
Liz. Anderson
Copyright ©2007 Liz. Anderson
With that, May your food bowl always be full,
may there always be a catnip laced butterfly to chase,
and may there always be someone to scratch your belly.
Merry Christmas!
Love to all!
-George
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