Dad goes to Alaska - Letters from home - Day 3

Email number three from Sully while I was in Alaska.  What  a kid!

Dear Dad,

Big news... I finally got up the courage to profess my love for Lola, the Lobster.  I told her in 2 languages that she was Lovely.  I feel so free now... we can move on with our relationship and really get to know each other.  Women are so hard to understand.  How do you do it, Dad?  I think she’s happy, but it’s hard to tell.  I mean, look at the photo of her in my lap in the swing.  She’s smiling, we’re laughing and counting to five in English and Spanish.  It was a good time.  Then I wanted to listen to my duck play symphony music (see other photo), and I think Lola got jealous.  How can I make her understand that the duck is just a duck... just friends... and that I really only have eyes for her?  Oh, I wish you were here to help me with this.  I hope it doesn’t go sour before Saturday!

Check out my tummy time picture.  I got this sweet new wrist rattle today at Whole Foods!  Other than the score on the rattle, the trip to Whole Foods was largely unexciting.  It’s groceries.  Really.  What is there for me to get excited about?  I can’t eat any of the stuff that Mom buys anyway.  I pulled a good one while we were there... you would have been proud.  Mom left Grandma in the foofy-soap aisle to browse, with me, while she went to get some buttermilk.  As soon as Mom was out of sight, I started screaming, held my breath, made my face turn all red... it was quite an attention-getter!  By the time Mom got back with the buttermilk, Grandma was almost in a lather, and there were about five people staring at me wondering what was wrong.  It was great!  I was fine... just needed to make sure everyone was paying attention. 

Red dog says to tell you hello.  Mom took a picture of her today.  She had a bath yesterday, so she doesn’t stink half as bad as she did before.  Wesley came over today and took her for a walk.  Mom was glad of that, because since Mom tried to rip her toe off, it has been hard for her to walk a lot.  That means she couldn’t take Selkie for a walk, and you know how she is if she doesn’t get her exercise.  Oh, and she threw up on the carpet.  That made Mom swear. 

Mom misses you a lot.  I think I saw her crying a little bit today, but she didn’t want me to see.  She muttered something about how it was going to be a long week, and how she is counting the days until you get back.  I don’t know why she is counting them.  You come back on Saturday, and she could just look at a calendar to see how many more days it is.  Oh these women... Dad, being the only guy in the house is hard!

Well, Mom needs to shower, so I guess I will wrap this up.  I haven’t been sleeping all night since you’ve been gone.  I’m practicing getting up at 3 and 4 am to go fishing, just in case you want to go when you get back.  That way I will be ready.

We hope you are catching lots of fish and having a good time.  Miss you lots.  Can’t wait to see you on Saturday!

Lots of love and big hugs,

Sully and Mom (and Selkie)