My Uncle James (pictured above, next to me, Georgie “S.B.” Emmerling), whom I consider to be almost a father to me , has asked me to write a brief note of apology to anyone concerned about my welfare after last night’s scare.  Uncle wrote about it in one of his usual brilliant brief pithy posts---“10 Dead in CT”. 

  I guess he thought I might be the 11^th!  All I really remember is: at 5 p.m., eating the yummy dinner I had been waiting all day for in a leisurely 20 seconds of savoring every last bit of it (which, in my opinion, could be more, a lot more, but my Momma is strict about that).  I then settled down in Uncle’s lap while he was reading a book with a flashlight .It was very dark and cold, so I thought Uncle would need me. He can read a book anytime; he gets so little precious time with me…

  An hour later, I went out to the kitchen to double check the bowl to see if I’d missed anything. Suddenly my tummy went blurp and there was my dinner again, all over the floor! I ate it again delightedly and went back to check on Uncle.  He played that game where he pushed me away with his flashlight and said something like , “motherfucker would you give me one minute of peace and quiet?” in that phony stern voice of his. I licked his face fifteen times and fell back in his lap.

   My tummy started to trouble me again later.  I surreptitiously snuck out to the back room, to give uncle his “space”, and blurp, there was my dinner, again!  But Uncle was onto me. He’d followed me, and yanked me away from my third meal of the night.

  This is where it gets sketchy. I remember going to bed with him and waking up a few hours later with another bout of blurping, but this time it wasn’t so nice.Uncle says I spat up some yellowy whitish yucky stuff all over Momma’s bedsheets, then went out to the living room in a fit of blurping and expelling. At least ten times.Then I guess I got mighty scared. I went into my crate, of all places, and blurped all over my blankets. Finally it ended, and I hesitantly went into the living room , curled up on the couch, and went to sleep. I remember Uncle coming in with Momma’s new comforter, some pillows, and lying down next to me. 

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  This morning I was fine and dandy.  At 5:30 a.m. I jumped off the couch and woke Uncle the way he likes to be, with fifteen kisses. We wrestled a bit for fun and Uncle pretended to go back to sleep.  My pee pee was very very urgent, so I had to splash it on the comforter, which needed some smell to it anyway. That got Uncle up! We went out  and sniffed around the yard a bit.  I ate some birdseed. Damn, I simply love that stuff.

  Later, Uncle and I went for a nice long walk.  There were lots of interesting things to pick up with my mouth on the trail, all of them certainly edible, but Uncle seemed to be in a hurry.  He kept yanking me along on that stupid choke chain Momma got me that I truly hate, and cough and hack and pretend to be suffocating when it gets too tight.

  As we got back to Momma’s yard, I felt a poopy coming, and got awfully excited, cuz I know I get a cookie for them.  I did a really big one, and Uncle cried out, “YOU GODDAMN SHIT FOR BRAINS MOTHERFUCKING LITTLE IDIOT! THAT’S YOUR NEW MIDDLE NAME, SHIT FOR BRAINS, S.B. FOR SHORT, YOU GODDAMN LITTLE…etc.” Uncle has a funny way of making me scared and excited at the same time when he yells, sometimes.

  He pulled something out of the steaming pile of poopy.  It looked somewhat familiar, but I could not quite remember til he stuck it in my nose. Oh yes.  That other leg sock thingy that Momma wears. Kneesock, I think she calls it…

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  I am sorry if any of you worried about me. I am well. 

  Uncle left. Momma is home. The power is back on .

  I had a nice dinner tonight and am so much warmer than I was when the power was off.  Maybe I will sleep on top of the old comforter Uncle put on Momma's bed tonight.

  Here is what I think of Uncle:

 Fifteen kisses, Uncle!