Kramer’s Korner

Well, fearless followers, it is time for celebration. Yup. Party time. Why you ask? Because yesterday, I reached another milestone. That’s right. I turned two years old. I can’t say it has been easy, training Bob and all, but at least he remembered, and I guess there is something to be said for that. Anyway, we had a small party including a cake, made just for dogs, which Sophie and I shared. It had a cookie bone on top which I quickly removed.

They both sang Happy Birthday to me, although it was more like “a joyful noise”. Anyway, It was a great surprise and I am looking forward to another year of fun, adventure, and maybe just a little mischief. Stay tuned.

I think I mentioned in a previous post that Sophie had gotten a box of banana peanut butter cookies for Christmas and, although a little difficult for me to chew, Sophie loved them, and I do not really mind expending the extra effort to enjoy a few myself. They came from Trader Joe’s market in Portland. So, the other day, Bob and I set out to go there and pick up a couple of boxes, plus, Bob is on a Keto diet and they were purported to carry a fair selection of low carb foods. I loved the ride because it took us down near the ocean and the industrial waterfront. And he showed me the home of B&M Baked Beans, an historic brand here in New England. It turns out that Trader Joe’s is quite popular. Bob had to wait in a line to enter. He was gone quite a while but I didn’t mind as the car was warm and I had my car seat to curl up in.

Speaking of Bob’s diet, I have to say I am proud of him. Since the beginning of January, he has lost 14 pounds. The only thing I don’t like is not getting my share of snacks that he no longer can eat. But, if Bob can live with it, I guess I can too. Maybe he will burn out and crank open a jar of peanut butter or a box of donuts. One can only hope.

Bob is still dueling with Sophie about the carpet scratching thing. He has now abandoned the plastic sheet (or what was left of it), and the Goodwill blanket which she would scrunch into a pile before scratching the carpet. His latest endeavor is a small throw rug he got at Walmart. He figured the pile was similar to that of the carpet so she could scratch that, and scratch she did. The first morning, he found it in a heap in a different part of the living room. He is still trying, but it doesn’t look like he is winning this one either. Sophie 3. Bob 0.

Well, I guess that’s all for this time. Hope all is well with all of you, my welcome readers and that this is the year of peace and love. Til next time, this is Kramer reminding you to keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket. And to all my still homeless friends, there is a family for you. You just haven’t found each other yet.

Catch ya lata (that’s later in Maine speak)


About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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