All the news that you can sniff on a fire hydrant

Above, I am helping Abby chase squirrels.

I have good news and I have bad news.   The trouble is that I don't know which is which.   I don't have to worry about getting cold and wet at our big Golden Retriever Party this coming Sunday.   They apparently watched the weather forecast and decided to postpone the party.   I won't be able to play with all of my friends, I won't be able to splash in the water, I won't be able to steal tacos from people at the picnic.    The good news is that I may get to play with my four cousins instead.  

The resident bi-ped has a relative that is very high up in the National Weather Service.  He always complains that it is the government's fault we have bad weather to begin with.   We have perfectly good weather going to waste in Hawaii, but we keep importing that cheap stuff from Canada.   So next time you don't like the weather, write a letter to your congressman.

He thinks they canceled the party for no good reason. I have watched the weather forecasts for years, every night they are on the TV just before bed time. From what I have seen, most weather foreasters could not predict Christmas on December 25, if you gave them three try's.

It looks like this Sunday I will be playing with my rescue cousins instead of playing with all of my rescue friends.   But I will get a second chance at the party in a couple of weeks.     One hundred Golden Retrievers in one place at one time, it's worth waiting for.

Mogley G. Retriever