I write to you now as the dog of the family, Signor Albussio.

 You may call me, Albus. It has become apparent to me that writing this is taking too long. I will take it upon myself to finish it for ‘My Lady on Wheels,’ who you know as Rita. While we wait for the next visitor, whom I will greet enthusiastically at the door and who will arrive mostly to pet me and adore me, I will add a few thoughts…

My responsibility as supervisor of the goings-on at my home for my  human bipedal family remain constant and true. Why yesterday, a female human with strong, sure hands arrived at the house. She helped ‘My Lady on Wheels’ to move her legs and arms, back and forth. I sat close by, licking ‘My Lady’s’ left knee, as is my duty. The therapist was unkind. She enticed me off to ‘my chair’ (also known as a box of files), gave me a treat and then moved the tub that gives me access to ‘My Lady’s’ side. I had to stand on my back paws, press my forepaws to the giant cushion to gaze at My Lady and continue the supervision. I grumbled and was displeased.

I notice since the therapist arrived and booted me from my place, My Lady moves more easily. She has regained her perch on wheels. My Lady has been tired of late. Previously this last week, she sat upon a much smaller, more awkward perch with two large wheels and two very small wheels. She used her arms to move the large wheels to get around the house. She was tired, I could tell and had not any time to play. The odour of this wheeled perch was offensive to my nostrils. I did not recognize this acrid and musty smell, but I heard the word ‘cigarette’ and the word ‘smoke’.

My lady rises early today, feeling refreshed from yesterday, no doubt. The movement and chatter coming from the two females during the therapist’s visit seems to revive ‘My Lady on Wheels’. I continue to rest in the sun, at least until a noise alerts me to the front door or my lady calls for my help. If the great wailing begins on the street, I will do my duty to alert my humans of this wailing melancholy. 

with the greatest affection and the finest respect,


7 thoughts on “I write to you now as the dog of the family, Signor Albussio.

    1. rita kindl myers Post author

      Thank you, we should give credit where credit is due. Albus does have very expressive eyes and communicates quite clearly. Although I have been told by a daughter that I read too much into them, there’s no mistaking what they communicate.

  1. Wietske Gradstein

    Dear Signor Albussio, I am so glad you keep taking good care of your ‘lady on Wheels.’ I hope you will keep making it clear to anybody coming through her door that you are of utmost importance to her! And please make it clear to her hat she is a good writer.. Wietske

  2. wordpicnic

    Very cute piece of writing Rita. Good to know that Signor Albussio is so attentive to you and that you are both enamoured with each other. warm wishes, Madeline

  3. Eva Toth

    hi Rita,
    What a good writer Albus is. Lovely to read this piece from his point of view. So glad he is supervising it all and taking care of you. I so enjoyed the little video clip. You should put that on YouTube.


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