George My Neighbor

Hello reader,

Do you get along with your neighbors? Well, good for you.
I don't.

I have problems with my neighbor, George.

My first problem has to do with his idea of landscaping. Which is to repaint his cement steps and patch his cinder block wall.


After I took these pictures, I shouted at him, "Hey George, why don't you plant some grass?"
He turned around, but he couldn't see me.


More recently he accused me a stealing his 10-foot ladder. He came right up to me with a smirk on his face and asked if I'd seen his ladder. He looked at me and then looked up at my house which is very tall. "It might be useful for someone like you."

"Are you trying to say I'm short, George?" I asked him.

"Twenty years I've lived here and nothing like this has ever happened before," he said.

"Did you call the police?"

"No, what are the police gonna do." And then he talked to me for another 20 years about how his ladder was on his garage and someone took it off, and his fat son was probably home and didn't even see it. All the while, he kept looking over my shoulder like I was hiding the ladder in my back yard.

Finally I told him I had to go.

"Twenty years!" he said, for the billionth time.

Dear reader, I hope you don't have a neighbor like this and that you are spending these warm days sipping a cool drink with your neighbors.

Your friendly friend, and good neighbor,
Mickey

We're Back!

Hello readers!

I missed you. Did you miss me?

You probably want to know what we did on our vacation. Well, for one, we went out to see Harriet's relatives in Boonville, NY. That's the actual name of the town where Harriet spent her brief youth.


Harriet's hutch was just up this street on the right. I am going to ask her how many times she's hopped under this bridge.

Harriet's people aren't particularly friendly. And I made a big effort, too.

I think they are intimidated by a hip city dweller like myself because some of them wouldn't even give me the time of day.


Not that it really matters what time it is when you're in Boonville.

There's not a lot going on. Harriet's cousins have a parking meter in front of their house, and they think that's really funny.


But this won't be my last trip to Boonville. I'll be back for the County Fair. I'm going to take the weasels to the hot dog pig races, and I want to see the demolition derby.

Until next week,
signing off,
your roving reporter and hip dog,
Mickey

Blog Vacation

Dear Loyal Readers,

I will be taking a blog vacation until Monday, July 21st.

I will miss you, and I hope you will reciprocate.

Yours, as usual and always,
Mickey

Chinatown Bus- Fung Wah!

Dear Savvy Reader,

Do you like it when I call you savvy? Guess what? This weekend I went to the big city. I had some private matters to attend to. How did I get there? On the Chinatown bus. Fung Wah! I like to say it like I'm making a karate chop.


Fung Wah means magnificent wind, but Fung Wah buses aren't magnificent. In fact, if you are indeed savvy, you will avoid this line. Their safety record is poor. I must admit I made a grave mistake in choosing them.

My voyage began happily enough.

But part way there-- whether due to the swaying of the bus, the smell of fried food mingled with air freshner, or the fabric pattern of the seat covers-- I grew ill and lost my cookies in the red plastic bags they so kindly provide.


Yet, I am grateful to be alive. As you have seen from the link above, not everyone involved with them is.

And so this is a happy sad happy entry.

Wishing you safe travels,
I remain,
your loyal friend,
Mickey

Baseball

Well sports fans, it's baseball season, and this week I went to the game. My favrit thing about a baseball game is the watery beer and peanuts. What I like best is throwing my shells all over the place. Harriet gets all uptight about this. She likes Cracker Jacks because they're less messy. And there's a surprise inside.


My good friends over at WEEI, where I sometimes freelance as a sports authority, invited me up to the booth to get out of the heat and have some Dunkin Donuts. The view in the booth is pretty good.



It helps a small dog like me to get up above the fray.

Wishing you some time above the fray,
I remain, your good sport,
and loyal friend,
Mickey

Angels

Hello savvy readers,

It's your savvy dog here, ready to pass along some savvy info. On money angels! Did you know that they exist? Well, they do.

Do you like chain mail? Harriet HATES it. Don't get her started on that. Normally I don't like it either, but this one works!

Here is the content of the email:






"Money Angel
This is a money angel Pass it to 4 of your good friends, or family and be rich in 4 Days.
Pass it to 12 of your good friends or family and be rich in 2 Days...
I am not joking. You will find an unexpected windfall. If you delete it, you will never know!
SHE WORKS, SHE REALLY WORKS!!"

I am passing it on to all of my good friends in one day so I calculate that I will be rich almost immediately after sending it.

I advise you to send it on to your friends and family even sooner so you can be rich yesterday.

Your pre-rich friend and financial advisor,
Mickey

Let's Go Fly a Kite

Hello dear readers,

Did you have a nice weekend? I am happy to report that I did. In fact, I got on splendidly with the weasels this weekend and have discovered that we have something in common. What is that?

We all like flying kites.

Perhaps it's our small size that makes us like launching things into the air and watching them fly around high in the sky-- like an extension of our selves that's really tall. I made a video to show you.



Yours in flight,
Mickey