All Pinked Out

It appears that I have been quiet for the past couple of years. I have been quiet because I have had nothing to say that wasn’t a variation on my hip,his hip,or why is the floor farther away than it used to be. Senor and I are slowing down, yes, but who wants to read a boring list of senior poodle grievances,not you,not me.

I was prepared to write yet another thoughtful meditation on kibble when -bang- juicy news arrived from a relative in the UK, and suddenly my creative juices sprang to life.

All my life I was told my grandfather never returned from the Great War. A noble mystery. Very hushed. My father never spoke of him, which in dog terms usually means something smells funny but do not pursue.

Well, it does smell very funny.

I turns out my grandfather did return to England-just not home. without divorcing my grandmother, he remarried,sired four additional puppies, and carried on as though this were a minor paperwork issue. One of those puppies even went on to become a famous author. I am still processing this while licking my paw.

As a canine through and through, I must point out that this revelation has serious implications. My Canadian Kennel Club pedigree may now contain footnotes. Possibly asterisks. I may be descended from literature and scandal.

Suddenly there is much to investigate; new branches of the family tree to sniff, reputations to reassess, and a purpose for 2026 beyond calculating the monthly cost of our kibble.

See? Inspiration returns when least expected. Sometimes all it takes is a bigamist and a questionable lineage.

Happy Holidays

THIS WAS WRITTEN IN ABOUT FIVE MINUTES USING CHAT GPT

Picture created by AI

Who said you cannot teach an old dog new tricks?