Good bye, 2010

I was not a very good blogger this year. I am sorry that I have not posted anything for so many days. I have been busy - very busy - and I forgot that my readers want to know what I am doing. I have such an exciting life.

Guess what! Mommy said that, since I am (almost) a big boy, I got to write my own part of our Christmas letter. I don't really know what a 'letter' is, but I know Christmas. I like Christmas. Here is what I wrote. It will help me catch you up on what I forgot to tell you.

This is Dewey Beck. Mommy says that I get to write this all by myself this year. I am two (and a half!) years old, almost a big boy. Well, my body is big – I am 95 lbs. and the tallest labrador my parents have ever had (I was the biggest in my litter, and I take after Grandpa Bull. He was a big boy, too.).

But I still have a little-kid brain. Sometimes. Being good is hard work. There are many rules in our house – but I am a smart boy and I try to learn them (even the ones I do not like so much).

Mostly, I like to play. I like to fetch Frisbees and balls, and I like to run around the yard. I also like to wrestle Daddy. Oh, and I like to walk, even if Mommy says I wander around and stop to smell stuff too much. She likes to walk fast.

I’m cute. Everybody says so. Wherever I go, people stop and pet me and say that I am pretty. Daddy wonders where I was when he was trying to meet girls. Girls really like me. Daddy is silly.

I saw my doctor a lot this year. I have allergies that make my ears hurt, and they get infections. Dr. Debbie gave me pills to make the allergies go away, but the pills made me groggy and (maybe) chubby. This fall, all of my fur started falling out. I had to see my friends again, so they could take my blood and find out that I have thyroid problems. (My Great-Aunt Emma and Grandma Star had them, too.) Fixing it is easy, but Mommy was sorry to see my pretty otter tail go away.

I hope that Ho Ho thinks I have been a good enough boy this year so that he will visit my house. We say hello when he comes, and he leaves me treats and toys. I like Ho Ho.

Love,
Dewey

As you can see, I am a really good writer now.

Christmas was fun this year. I got to see Ho Ho - twice! I got to tell him what I wanted him to bring me. (Ho Ho and I are old friends, you know.) Here, I am reminding him:


He remembered me. Ho Ho brought me lots of treats and toys. Some of them were wrapped in pretty paper. I got to open them all by myself. I took the paper off so fast that I reminded Mommy of Baby Royko, who liked taking paper off of her presents so much she tried to take paper off of Aunt Emma's presents, too. Mommy said, "Baby Royko, is that you?" I said, "No, Mommy. It's me, Dewey Beck." Mommy is silly sometimes. (Not as silly as Daddy, though.)

Ho Ho put lots of treats and toys in my stocking, too, just like he did last year and the year before. Here I am, making sure that I did not miss anything.

Guess what! Daddy put up a tree! In the house! I thought he was nuts, but Mommy said that is what is supposed to happen at Christmas. She said they did not do it the other Christmases because they were afraid I would do a little boy thing and hurt the tree. But since I am (almost) a big boy, they decided it was time to see if I could have a tree. I was a good boy. I did not touch the tree. I did look at it. It was pretty (even though Mommy would not let Daddy put anything important on it, or anything that would break). I was not happy that he put it where I usually put my head (under the little blue chair). But I left the tree alone. I am a big boy, after all.

I have had fun with Mommy for the two weeks that she did not go to work. Daddy, too. It is fun to play and sleep in and be a family. I wish we could do it forever.

I will try harder to be a good blogger in 2011. I know you want to hear about my fun life. See you next year!