Our friend Jane, from Vienna sent us the link to this.  If I knew how to sing, I think I would do a much better job than that dude (it may look like me, but it isn't), and I really haven't learned to do that. However my sister's old dog, Bear, was a master howler. I, on the other hand do quite well hitting the piano keys, but I need to sit on HER lap to do it. Hope you like it.

Yesterday

We got to go back to Bar Harbor.  I knew where we were, but I can't go down the stairs anymore. I just don't see well enough and SHE doesn't like me whimpering and shaking, which I need to do to get up enough courage to try.  I guess I really need for her to carry me.  I can go up stairs though. A nice lady kept me with her during the services so I couldn't help HER at the altar this time.  It was ok.  I had enough treats and I stayed nice and quiet. Coffee hour was pretty good, there were some bits of cheese left for me and I wiped up part of the floor eating bits of cheese and crackers that people dropped.