Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May!
That darling month when ev'ryone throws Self-control away.
It's time to do...A wretched thing or two
Like start blogging again!!!

I love the month of May!
The smells, the sounds, the smells!
Oh, and the loverly wet, soft ground (and the way it smells!)!
When Mom finally relented and let me near the keyboard again,
I knew that I had to choose the date of my return carefully…
And so, May Day it is! Blogging doggie freedom day!

I know that some of you may wonder where I've been;
well, let me tell you….It has not been easy.

In the past several months, I have been forcibly removed from my comfy mooring in Boston
to some backwater where hawks circle overhead and fisher cats (yeah, I know. They aren't really cats)
screech in the woods at night.

When I want to take a walk, we have to get into the car and drive first!
I hate getting in the car to go find a nice park where we can take a walk.
It's also very quiet most days (not nights—see beasts referenced above)
There are no noisy but fun neighbors coming in and out at all hours,
No dogs calling in the distance for me to come and play
No parade of pups passing by…No sidewalks for goodness sake!
But I am adjusting.
Of course, with all the illnesses I've had this year ( heavy sigh)
It just hasn't been easy.
The vet visits, the hospital stay (they SHAVED me!)
Oh, so much to tell dear friends.

But for now,
Suffice to say that I am back
With stories aplenty and a picture or two
I have missed you all immensely….
I have a lyric for you:

I'm back, I'm back Been gone for far too long
With Keyboard in hand, I have a plan
To while the time away. I'll blog, I'll blog
And stay close to friends, if only virtually…
Been shuffled around, out of my town
But now I'm back to stay!

(With thanks to Julie Andrews in Camelot): Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May!
That darling month when ev'ryone throws Self-control away.
It's time to do
A wretched thing or two,
And try to make each precious day One you'll always rue!
It's May! It's May! The month of "yes you may,"
The time for ev'ry frivolous whim, Proper or "im."
It's wild! It's gay! A blot in ev'ry way.
The birds and bees with all of their vast
Amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast,
The lusty month of May.

Licks,
banba

Thickly settled my @#$!