. . . Tallulah and Mommy curled up with a good book. What is it about a 62-pound Golden Retriever that makes her think she’s the perfect lap dog? 😉
. . . I got my gameface on and prepared myself to cheer for my local National Basketball Association team, the New Orleans Pelicans. It’s not always easy being a fan, and lately it’s been particularly frustrating. The Pelicans opened this season with a quick 4-0 start, and then the wheels kind of fell off. One of our best players injured a finger, requiring surgery and a couple of months on the bench. He’s still out. Then another starter did something to his ankle, so we haven’t seen him for a while. Meanwhile trade rumors swirl around our franchise player, Anthony Davis. The Pelicans currently find themselves on an 0-5 skid with a record of 15-20 and currently in 14th place.
But here’s the thing about being a fan: You love your team, through the highs and the lows. You support your players and coaching staff. Sometimes that means giving them a little tough love, but it always means remaining loyal . . . and as a Golden Retriever I know a little something about loyalty. So tonight, as my New Orleans Pelicans return to their home court to start a three-game post-Christmas homestand, I’ll be cheering them on and believing that anything is possible. Because that’s what a fan does.
. . . I went to the airport. I’ve been going to the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport at least once a week since May as a member of the newly formed MSY K9 KREWE. For two hours each Thursday, I walk through the airport terminal and its concourses (with my human mommy at the other end of my leash) greeting passengers, employees, flight crews, and people waiting for arriving loved ones.
Today was a day made for airport therapy dogs: post-Christmas and pre-New Year travelers were slowed by a line of storms through the middle of the country. Ticket and gate agents, flight attendants and pilots, TSA officials and hospitality workers sometimes became the objects of their frustration. So I did my thing: I let everyone who wanted to pet me. I let them talk to me about anything other than delayed flights and crowded gates. And one by one, I made people smile. I made them relax. I made their travel experience–at least for a moment–a little more Golden.
I love being an airport therapy dog. I’ll share more of my experiences soon, but for now I’m off to bed. Making an entire airport smile today made me pretty sleepy. 🙂
. . . I had half a banana. Now that might not sound like such a big deal; but for the last several months, I’ve been on a food trial. I don’t want to go all old-lady-talking-about-her-ailments on you, so here’s the short version: I started having some skin issues a while back. We tried to treat them with topical and oral antibiotics, but the issues just kept coming back. So my team of veterinarians determined that I might have a food allergy. I’ll go into more detail later (because what I’ve gone through might be helpful for others), but I’ve been on a super-restricted diet . . . until this week. Yippee!
Yesterday, we got the green light to introduce a non-restricted item to my diet. And my human mommy chose bananas, because she knows that nanners are my all-time favorite treat . . . ever! I’ll have half a banana for three days and then I’ll go back to my special food for two weeks so we can make sure that I don’t have a reaction. Like I said, more details on all of this stuff to come later, but let me just say this:
Nanners are the best Christmas treat EVER! I just want to thank Santa Claus for my amazing Christmas gift. I know that my veterinarian team and my human mommy had a lot to do with adding bananas to my diet, but only Santa could have made it happen at this special time of year. 😉
From my family to yours . . . Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all the best in 2019.
It’s been far too long since I’ve updated you on my activities, and I’ve so missed connecting with all of my friends in the blogging world and following your adventures. Christmas night seems like a good time to get back at it, and I have a commitment from my human mommy/blogging assistant that she will devote herself full-time–well, as full-time as she can–to sharing my reflections on a Golden life with you once again.
Just to let you know, I’m well . . . still enjoying life as a big sister to Tallulah Bee, sharing comfort and love through a variety of therapy dog activities, and loving life in New Orleans. Get ready for the next 11 days of Christmas posts and updates, and I look forward to reconnecting with all of you. It’s been too long . . . and I’ve missed you.
Cheers and much love, Miss Harper Lee ❤
Spring has sprung at my house, and I couldn’t be happier. My human mommy and I have spent our ninth year together in the garden . . . weeding, trimming, digging, planting, and enjoying the fruits of our labor.
I’ve been Mommy’s Golden green thumb in the garden since I was just a tiny puppy. Before we moved to New Orleans, we had a really big garden. It took days and days and days and days to get it into shape.
Our garden is smaller now–just a few pots and a little groundcover and mulching. In many ways, it’s a much simpler task . . .
. . . and in other ways, it’s more of a challenge. But I’ve been working closely with Tallulah to teach her the ropes and I think she has a bright and sunny future as a Golden gardening assistant.
What’s better than one Golden in the garden? Two Goldens in the garden! Tallulah and I wish you a very happy spring, filled with warm breezes and vibrant blooms. And we wish our human mommy a lifetime of Golden green thumbs in her spring garden. Happy spring!
A note from Miss Harper Lee’s humans . . .
We spent St. Patrick’s Day on Cloud Nine because today we celebrated Miss Harper Lee’s ninth birthday. We’re counting on a little luck of the Irish to bring us many more happy and healthy years with our sweet girl. Cheers to you, Miss Lee. You fill our home with joy and love and peace . . . and you mean more to us than we could ever express.