Dear Readers,

Happy 4th of July! 🧨 Our celebration will be different this year because our lake’s huge fireworks show has been canceled. Do I dare woof what a relief this is? Not that there won’t be other war-like noises going off, but Momma has promised we’ll go in the basement if necessary. We make take “calming” gummies, too, she said.

To commemorate the day, however, Momma insisted our boarding friend, Lori, take a picture of us in front of our American and Minnesota flags. You will note that she is using the old clunky version of the MN flag in protest to the new one which she views as belonging in another country. Momma, the activist.

Stop Saying Gone to the Dogs!

The other day I was pawrusing Momma’s text messages and came across one from a friend saying that something “has gone to the dogs.” Seriously? I can’t begin to woof how offensive and hurtful and triggering that phrase is to me. My artificial intelligence research defines the saying as something that has become much worse, declined or deteriorated in quality, and confirms how dograding it is.

Well, I think it’s time for a change. I therefore declare that from this point forward, the saying shall be “gone to the humans.” Really, I think there are lots of humans who would agree! (Momma: “My own little Greta Thunberg.”)

Summer Fun

Okay, now that I’ve “shaken that off,” I just want to woof that I’ve been feeling good and, we’ve had some fun, too. Here are pictures of me with Momma’s law school study group (really, this group studied?) and on another play date with Winnie and Dr. Becca!

Lina, One little fluffy tuffy!

WOOFDA!