So yes, I am indeed a work of art however, judging from the way I acted the other night, some might just call me a piece of work! Allow me to explain. You see, my most favorite Auntie Diva was in town visiting this past weekend, and we all had a cookout at Grammy and Grampy's.
It had been a while since we had seen her and Uncle Diva, and she had a special surprise to commemorate my 10th anniversary of marrying Mom and Dad.. Auntie has painted a most stunning portrait of me!
Isn't it amazing?! Mom and Dad are just so touched. They love the picture so much, and say that it is the best gift ever!
Here I am relaxing in front of the fireplace with my likeness. Not only was the picture a big hit at Grammy and Grampy's, but I also got to hear about what a celebrity I am in the big city! All of the artists in Aunties painting class were growing so fond of me as I developed onto the canvas, that in fact, they were sad to see me go. Everyone said goodbye as I was placed into Aunties bag.
So with all this love and admiration going around, one is left to wonder why I acted as I did. As we were leaving, Mom picked me up to give kisses goodbye, and I totally dissed my Auntie! I held her at bay with my paw, and turned my cheek. Even after several attempts, they didn't get the message, so I had to use both paws!
Here's the deal, even I don't know why I acted in such a manner. All I can say, is that I am me. I just do what I do. I did not want to leave ( I never want to leave Grammy and Grampy's), and they were making me. So I got pissed. No kisses for anyone. Period!
But allow me to be perfectly clear, I love my Auntie, and I love the painting. I cannot wait until Grampy frames it so that I can have it hanging right here in my house. Thank you Auntie!
Ok, so I have some additional information about our Sunflower, Fire Hydrant Mixer. As many of you know, we have lost a very special friend to the Rainbow Bridge. That good ole boy Hanklin Strain from I'll Tell Ya What moved on to the big ole barstool on the sky last week.
We have all been so sad to hear of this news, and I've been trying to think of the best way to pay tribute to our pal. As I sat with Mom, and we shed some tears for Hank, all of a sudden, as clear as a bell, I heard his voice. He was saying " aw hail, quit bein' such a bunch a sissies! Now stop yer cryin' and think about how I would like to be remembered." Then it came to me, as clear as day. Our Sunflower Club, Fire Hydrant Club mixer needs to be a celebration of our friend Hank!
So let's get together this Friday, and float a keg of PBR. We can dance, and sing and tell stories of our favorite things about Hank! Dress will be nuthin' fancy, just the way he would like it. Hell, maybe us Sunflower Sisters could sport a pair or two of daisy dukes! We'll have cheeseburgers, hotdogs, and a whole lot of fun! I can't think of a better way to honor a fella who was a friend to all of us, girls, and boys.
Wilma, Family, friends, Sunflower Club, Fire Hydrant Club