Robby ain't feeling so well. Please pray he will revive over night. He's not purring. Thank you.

At the Doggy Ice Cream Social there were dozens of dogs of every description, exactly like Go, Dog, Go! by Dr. Seuss. It was hysterical. Getting there so late, there was no doggy ice cream left, so Jazzi got an ice cream cone shaped cookie, painted in beautiful ice cream colored icing. I got a little cup of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Robby got the new bed, it is this thing with a drawstring, so it can arrange to different sizes as he grows. The outside is a fancy black and white raised design (pretty extreme for me) and the inside is black. So, I set it by the spot Robby likes on the down comforter, which is, unfortunately, on the floor. The next thing I know, Robby is in the new bed. So my little theory worked superbly. Because Robby is black and the bed is black, it's hard to determine whether he is in there.

Anyway, the ice cream social was a sounding success.

Umm...I found out today I'm going to be having a guest for 10 weeks, starting in about a month. I'm in kind of a state of shock, to be perfectly honest, so catch you all later.

I am very worried about Robby.

KEM