If Others Can Brag….

Well, so can I.A favorite columnist of ours, who writes knowledgeably and elegantly about our world as he sees it, took some time this week to tell us about his dog and the wonderful life they have together.If he can write about that in the midst of everything that's going on, then so can I.Ergo, today's blog is a little bit about Basil.  The Cat.  Our Cat.Basil can count and tell time. There’s no question about it.  He stays on Eastern Standard Time all year-long but we manage.  There are limitations, of course.He can only count to three.  Three is the number of Greenie snacks he has three times every day.  Fewer than three Greenies per serving and fewer than three times a day, he complains.  Loudly.He knows exactly what time lunch and cocktails are normally served, and he howls like a banshee if service is late or delayed.He’s smart and he’s spoiled.  Adored.  Admired and appreciated.  Just like the dog our columnist writes about.And, he adds, it’s good for us to sit back and relish the things we feel good about.  Those things being, among others, our animals, the trust and faith they have in us, and the joys we receive in return.So, stay well, Basil.  You are loved.