Princess Pata

Friday, April 04, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Hello. O/

Long sleep happens sometimes.

Extra dreams, extended play, a lot to say.

Good to rest, time for our best.

On with our show.

Abe’s got a new babe.

A squeaky toy duck: Princess Pata.

We know about Abe and his squeaker toys. 🐕

Know he goes right for the squeaker.

Guts the fluff to get to the good stuff.

Pulls the squeaky balloon out and celebrates.

Princess Pata is different. She’s like the others, soft, fluffy, quacks when you squeeze her, but he treats her different.

Picks her up nimbly in his teeth, trots to take her outside, holds her close like a gentleman while he holds the door for her as they walk outside.

He cries for her.

No, really, he does.

He sets Princess Pata down near my feet steps back and whimpers. He’s done it a few times.

Abe’s new at love. He doesn’t know how to let go and give her some space.

“It takes two to make a relationship,” I remind him. “Don’t lose yourself trying to do what’s best for your partner.”

His feelings run deep, though. What could be more important than Love?

“Don’t lose yourself. Make sure you’re getting out what you put in. It’s not Love if you aren’t. It’s servitude.” -Some good friendly been-alive-awhile been-there-done-that advice from me.

Princess is out with friends in the yard. Abe’s back to his calm keep an eye out for BOPs and squirrels duties.

He’s given her his trust.

“You’re not the only one in this relationship whose heart squeaks when you squeeze it, Princess.” He told her.

“Out in the yard alone with friends or together alone on the loveseat. Let’s make sure we’re good to each other. Let’s take care of each other always.” Abe tells The Princess.

Of course my dog’s a romantic.

Spring is here; Canada sends her geese honking by.

Time for what’s new to start to shine through, for you, for me, for Princess Pata and my romantic dog named Abe.

Take care, watch out for yourself while you care for your loved ones, and make a wonderful day.