Feelin' A Little Jumpy

I jump for joy!!!!!

Times are tough, aren't they?

The news is relentlessly grim: jobs, economy, terrorism, wars, and the environment. It's been getting so bad that I grimaced all through December when I heard the words, "tis the season to be jolly".

My peeps are hunkered down, paring down to basics, gettin' real and living simply. I am very proud of them. They hardly complain even though Ms. A. could use a new pair of sneakers and Mr. A. hasn't seen a t-bone in a long while. The cold hard realization of just how much they DOhave makes them forge ahead, face the challenges and look at the bright side—steaks are artery cloggers and the sneakers still have treads.

Luckily for me, there has been no change in Mr. Fenway's lifestyle. That's where they draw the line. I get my fresh meat, liver, oils, special shampoos, conditioners, classes, vet visits and trial entries paid for in full. But the fact of the matter is that just being with them and playing is plenty good enough for me. We have a tight little family in Fenway Land and an endless supply of love.

Isn't that what it's all about anyway?

Ready to launch like an arrow!

I can jump and still keep my eye on Frisbee!

Now that's multi-tasking...

In flight!

I've got clearance!

I'm soaring above the jumps!

This is the best way to have fun!