My human left me alone last night for a while.  She seems to do that once a week. She says she sings with a group and she told me they worked hard last night.  It was something by Mozart called Misericordias Domini (I had her spell it).  She does a lot of singing around the house, too.  When she starts, I go to my bed for a nap. She insists I put some another group singing that music in here.  The group is about the same size as the one she sings with.  Of course her group isn't ready yet.



Her doctor told her to exercise more, but she won't go out and walk on icy roads, so she dances around the living room to Dixieland music.  She tries to get me to dance with her, but I only stand on my back legs if there is a treat offered.

The plow man came early this morning.  I guess I'm used to him coming because I don't warn my human with barking.  My human opened the garage door so I could go out that way this morning, but I didn't want to.  I like my spot under the deck. It is going to be a nice sunny day.

Maybe we will go for a walk later, or better yet, maybe my human will take me in the car.  That's my favorite thing to do.  I may get to do something interesting, like visit my friends Penny and Skipper.  Their human calls them Luci and Ethel and they call me Fred.  I wonder why they do that?  I should get my human to take their pictures.

My human has asked if I would take over Izzie's blog. It seems like a lot of work and I'm not really the church dog she was. The human has retired and I don't get to go to church very often. We did have a good time last summer in Brownville and Dover-Foxcroft. They like dogs and I felt right at home. 

Don't expect me to have a lot to say. My favorite things to do are to play with other dogs and to get people to scritch me. The other thing I love is to share a chair with my human and to have her hold me with my tummy up and my head in her arm so she can rub my tummy for an hour or so. I also like to nap on my comfy bed in the sun room.

We have had sooo much snow this winter.  It is hard for a dog with short legs, like me to walk in the snow.  But that's ok.  The man who plows our driveway does a good job.