Dear Owen (Owey Boy),
It's been a couple of weeks now since your move to Big Sky Ranch (aka Grandpa Ben and Gramma Debbys). We miss you, but know that you are so happy. And you have a companion. And 80 acres of land, two ponds, "table scraps", a sweet dog house, and two dear folks that take you on many more walks than this mama did. Oh, the good life. We are so excited to come visit in a week and a half!
Here are the reports we've gotten so far:
"Lady hasn't whined once since Owen got here!" (Lady is my parents sweet yellow lab who was quite lonely after their two other dogs recently passed away. She whined a lot.)
"Owen runs to the pond, swims, then runs back to the front porch, and back to the pond, then the porch again..."
"The Amish are here cutting up our tree (which was partially in the pond) and Owen is down hanging out with them in the pond while they work!"
"I got up in the middle of the night and looked out and Owen was sprawled out in the middle of the front yard sound asleep."
Keep that tail a waggin' big boy! We'll see ya soon!