Adventures At Tripp Towers

Let the adventures begin …..

Chief Sniffing Officer Chase is back on duty.

But this time, there are no sprawling meadows to patrol, no farm gate to inspect, and—so far—not a single sighting of his old nemesis, Bubblegum Breath.

A change in family plans has transferred Chase from Whispering Oaks Ridge to his other home-away-from-home: Tripp Towers, Grandma and Grandad’s city headquarters.

The territory may be smaller, but don’t be fooled. There are squirrels to evict, gates to sniff, unexpected visitors to investigate, and a mysterious Big Brown Lizard whose identity remains unknown.

Different headquarters. Same Chase.

Let the adventures begin …

Day One – City Headquarters. Same Chase.

Dear Mom, Dad and Nick,

Well, what on earth was going on at the crack of dawn?

One minute I was peacefully sleeping, then next, hushed whispering, bleary-eyed people were dashing around with suitcases, and doors were opening and closing. 

Then boom—YOU ALL LEFT. Nobody consulted me.

Naturally, I stuck to Grandma like glue for a while. After watching my immediate family disappear with not one, not two, but three suitcases, I wasn’t taking any chances of being left home alone.

Then I figured it out. G&G were staying. Whew.

Apparently my five-day assignment had been transferred to Tripp Towers.

Different headquarters.
Same highly qualified security officer.

With that settled, I took a nap. Being emotionally vigilant is exhausting, but later I ventured into the back garden and made a beeline for the patio table.

Big Brown Lizard?

Nope.

But I did spot a squirrel on the back fence. I chased him off immediately. You’re welcome.

G&G left for an appointment, and after all that strenuous work I took another nap.

On their bed.

Yes, yes. I know. I’m not allowed up there. But nobody was home, the bed was empty, temptation was strong and frankly, it seemed wasteful not to occupy it.

 

When they returned, I followed Grandad upstairs to his office and assisted him by taking yet another nap while Grandma tackled loads of washing.

Then suddenly—

THE FRONT DOOR OPENED! And the house did its early warning thing.

DING DONG. Ding-a-Ling-Ling! The official Tripp Towers alert system sounds whenever one of the doors opens. Very serious. Very loud, but absolutely necessary. I flew downstairs to protect Grandma.

There was A MAN standing outside in a full-face, scary mask. Apparently he was just the yard man protecting his lungs from dust and pollen. Turns out he merely wanted to be paid. Hmmm. Likely story.

Once he left, I insisted on inspecting his work. Freshly cut grass means freshly disturbed smells, so I conducted a thorough sniff, paying particular attention to the back gate and front door area.

I cannot discuss my findings—security clearance necessary. Let’s just say the garden remains safe and fully operational.

Soon, G&G were having their afternoon tea and I received treats, which seemed only fair after my demanding first day.

I may also have overheard a certain conversation involving the procurement of something very important… something chewy… something I will not name here in case it alerts unsavory characters.

So, Mom, Dad and Nick, you  concentrate on surviving your travel adventures.

Please know that Tripp Towers is secure.

Squirrel evicted.
Masked stranger investigated.
Perimeter sniffed.
Big Brown Lizard still at large.

And did anyone check those suitcases for Bubblegum Breath?

Just asking.

Your ever-loving furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Acting Chief of Security
Tripp Towers Division

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Day Two: Unleash the Beast

Dear Mom, Dad and Nick

I have news. The Big Brown Lizard has been sighted.

I found him near the patio table and immediately gave chase. He shot under the pedestal like lightning. I’ve learned something important about this guy. He’s fast. And he’s a fraidy-cat.

After that excitement, I conducted my morning inspection of the back garden. I detected squirrels, possum and—most suspiciously—a cat. I double-checked the gate.  All secure.

While Grandma refilled the bird feeders, we spotted a beautiful red cardinal. Then a teeny-weeny green lizard scampered up a tree. I rather liked him. He was timid and clearly afraid of me. Highly respectful which was sensible, really. Nothing like that arrogant, rude Bubblegum Breath at the ranch, strutting around doing push-ups and blowing pink bubbles in my face. 

This little chap was very cute so I let him live.

Later, G&G settled on the patio for elevenses tea while I lounged nearby in the sun. Frankly, things were getting a little boring but seemingly Grandma thought so too. She looked at me. I looked at her. Then she started getting me excited.

That’s when it happened. I felt my eyes change—they got this wild, frenzied look. Grandma knows those eyes. Slightly deranged. And then—

UNLEASH THE BEAST!

I TORE around that garden at breakneck speed. Around the patio. Over the flower beds. Past the bushes. I literally flew over little walls with all four paws airborne. A yellow streak with crazy eyes. And tongue flopping in the air. G&G were roaring with laughter.

Honestly! I don’t know why humans find this so amusing. This is serious cardio for me but I love hearing them laugh.

Eventually The Beast ran out of fuel, so once inside, I collapsed onto my comfy living-room bed for a very long nap.

The afternoon was considerably quieter. Almost boring again. 

Until…

SCRUFFLE. SCRUFFLE. At the front door.  I know that sound. I know that scent.

AMAZON! And would you believe it? Mom had ordered my chew sticks. Dreams really do come true.

Grandma opened the package and gave me one immediately. Naturally, I conducted a thorough quality-control test and confirmed they’re as delish as ever.

Speaking of food, we just finished dinner. You’d be proud of me. I ate every bite of mine and didn’t even try to coerce Grandma into sharing hers. I didn’t have to. She came through with a few bites of buttery baked potato. Yummers.

So now we’re heading upstairs to chillax and watch TV.  I hope you’re having fun in Boston and doing lots of sightseeing stuff.

All is well at Tripp Towers. It’ll be even better when you come home next week. 
Until tomorrow…

Your ever-loving furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Acting Chief of Security
Tripp Towers Division

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Day Three: Sunday Security & Divine Intervention

Dear Mom, Dad and Nick,

Yesterday was a pretty good day at Tripp Towers.

I began, as usual, with morning security in the back garden. Almost immediately, I spotted Big Blue Jay hogging the bird feeder. That fellow is a bully. He swoops in, takes over and picks on the smaller birds. Not on my watch.

I chased him off.  You’re welcome, little birds.

Then I heard something suspicious on the other side of the back fence. Naturally, I did what any highly trained guard dog would do.

WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

Apparently, Grandma did not appreciate my professionalism.  “Chase! Stop!” 

She invited me to sit beside her underneath the wind chimes and explained that it was Sunday morning and our neighbors probably didn’t want to be awakened by the Tripp Towers Security Alarm. Fair enough. So, we sat quietly together.

And that’s when I heard it. The most beautiful singing. I looked up into the tree and there was a tiny bird perched among the branches, serenading us. Even I knew not to bark at that.

Eventually I resumed my patrol. Frankly, it was rather uneventful. No Big Brown Lizard. No Cute Little Green Lizard. No squirrels. Plenty of suspicious overnight scents, though.

Things had happened. I just hadn’t been there to supervise them. I decided the ranch duty is more exhilarating. 

After breakfast, Grandma and Grandad announced they were going to church to have a chat with God. Hmmm. I can chat with my Creator anytime I want, wherever I happen to be. But off they went. And I was left behind. Again.

Eventually my thoughts wandered to you. I wondered what you were doing in Boston. I wondered when you were coming home. And then I remembered something terrible.

This is Sunday.
Dad usually brings me a breakfast taco. Dad is in Boston. Therefore…

NO BREAKFAST TACO.

This was a difficult realization. Then—Wait.
Was that the garage door? They’re back!
Sniff. Sniff sniff. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF! 
Hold everything. I know that smell.

BACON. EGG. POTATO.  

BREAKFAST TACO!

Apparently G&G’s little chat with God went extremely well. 

Yummers.

The remainder of the day was pretty restful. I performed my due diligence in the back garden several times and can report that Tripp Towers remained secure … and ever so dull. 

By bedtime, I was exhausted. Being bored is surprisingly tiring. So, I led the way to bed and called it a day. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting. Perhaps Big Brown Lizard will finally show his face. I hope so. I need something to CHASE!

I miss you so much and hope you come home soon.

Your ever-loving furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Acting Chief of Security
Tripp Towers Division

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Day Four: The Phantom Strikes Before Dawn

Dear Mom, Dad and Nick,

I have a new development to report. We were all up at the crack of dawn yesterday. Actually, I’m not sure dawn had cracked yet. That’s the disadvantage of going to bed early. Apparently you have to get up again before sunrise. 

My first security check of the day was IN THE DARK.

Grandma opened the back door, and as I stepped outside, my nose immediately detected something. Something strong. Something stinky. Something suspiciously familiar.

THE PHANTOM POSSUM.

That shadowy, garbage-eating prowler had invaded Tripp Towers. My paws barely touched the ground when—VRROOOOM!—instinct took over. I shot into the darkness like a furry tornado, locked onto my target. And there he was…

THE PHANTOM.

For one brief moment, we stared at each other.  I swear he smirked. Big mistake, dude. He took one look at me barreling toward him, spun around and made a desperate dive under the fence into the neighbor’s yard.

RUN, PHANTOM, RUN! I skidded to a halt at the perimeter. He had escaped. This time. I stood staring through the fence to make sure he understood the situation.

Next time you trespass, you’re toast, dude.

I suspect word of the incident spread quickly through the Tripp Towers underground wildlife network, because guess who else was nowhere to be found?

Big Brown Lizard. Not even a whiff. I imagine him quaking somewhere in his dank little hideout. “Show yourself, Mister!”  Not a peep. Perhaps he’s heard about The Phantom. Smart lizard.

As if that weren’t enough wildlife enforcement for one morning, I later uncovered Bully Blue Jay skulking around in the bushes. Seriously? Didn’t we discuss this yesterday? I chased him out.  Apparently some birds require remedial training.

Anyway, with Phantom Possum across the fence, Bully Blue Jay dispatched and Big Brown Lizard nowhere to be seen, I declared Tripp Towers secure. You can rest easy.

The remainder of the day was fairly quiet until late afternoon, when a delivery man appeared at the front door. Naturally, I sounded the alarm. Loudly. And perhaps for slightly longer than necessary. Grandad nearly leapt out of his skin. He may also have raised his voice at me. Hmmm. Let me see if I understand this.

Grandad raises his voice because Chase raised his voice to warn Grandad about a stranger who wasn’t raising his voice at all.

Human logic.  I don’t get it.

Later, I enjoyed sunning myself in the garden followed by a good romp-and-roll in the cool grass. A fellow has to break up the monotony somehow. Besides, a guard dog can only take so many naps before people start accusing him of sleeping on the job.

Dinner is coming soon, and Grandma had promised me a bacon treat. With any luck, there might even be a bully chew while G&G watch TV. I think I’d earned it, don’t you? After all…

Phantom Possum: evicted.
Bully Blue Jay: chased away. Again.
Delivery man: thoroughly warned.
Big Brown Lizard: apparently in hiding.
Tripp Towers: secure.

Another day’s work done.

Miss you. Hope you’re having fun in Rhode Island. 

Your ever-loving furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Acting Chief of Security
Tripp Towers Division

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Day Five: W-A-L-K Spells Trouble

Dear Mom, Dad and Nick,

Yesterday began at a much more civilized hour—just after sunrise.

Grandma was quietly drinking tea and reading when I decided it was time for my first security check. I thoroughly inspected the back garden and, surprisingly, found nothing amiss.

No Phantom Possum.
No Bully Blue Jay.
No Big Brown Lizard.

Apparently my reputation has spread. I can report that my intensive security campaign has been extremely effective at deterring intruders. You’d be proud of me.

After breakfast, however, I was feeling a little fidgety when I heard Grandad say something to Grandma.

W-A-L-K. He spelled it. Apparently he thought that if he didn’t say the actual word, I wouldn’t know what he was talking about.

Seriously, Grandad? I’ve been around the block a few times. Literally. I’m intelligent. I’m a fast learner. And I know perfectly well what W-A-L-K spells.

Then I saw Grandma holding my leash.  YIPPEE!

I jumped. I twirled. I may have temporarily lost all sense of decorum. Out the front door we went and down the steps. That’s when my nose exploded.

There must have been at least ONE HUNDRED SCENTS waiting for me. Dog. Cat. Squirrel. People. Who-knows-what. Which one should I investigate first?

ALL OF THEM.

I took off like a rocket, nose glued to the ground, dragging Grandma behind me as I zigged and zagged from one glorious smell to another.

Apparently, this was not Grandma’s idea of a pleasant morning stroll. We made it approximately 59 yards.

Then—HALT. Grandma pulled me up short by my harness and ordered me to sit. Uh-oh.

I know that voice. A lecture followed.

It was difficult to concentrate because at least seventeen fascinating smells were drifting past my nose, but I caught several key phrases.

Uncivilized behavior.
Not dragging Grandma down the street.
Walk nicely.

And the most alarming threat of all…
“We can go home and do zoomies instead.”

Well. That was that. We returned to Tripp Towers, where I demonstrated that I am perfectly capable of exercising without dragging Grandma around the neighborhood.

 

UNLEASH THE BEAST: ENCORE PERFORMANCE.

After a few high-speed circuits of the garden, I sat at the back door, panting heavily and requesting immediate admission.

A drink, a treat and a nap, in that order.

The rest of the day was mostly humdrum. The Amazon truck made another appearance, and one of my favorite humans came to clean the house, so I had a few minor supervisory duties.

Dinner was excellent. Grandma added a little meat and potato to my regular food.

Yummers.

Television, on the other hand, was boring, so I decided to call it an early night. Unfortunately, Grandad eventually came into the bedroom and discovered me…

Sprawled across their bed. Sound asleep. I believe we’ve discussed this before ─I’m not supposed to be up there. So I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He looked at me. I looked at him. Nobody moved.

I brazened it out. Grandad pretended to be stern. Grandma stifled a laugh.

All was well.

I hear you’re coming home tomorrow. Now that’s exciting and I can’t wait to see you, give you lots of licks and kisses, and show you exactly how fast my tail can wag.

Have safe travels home. Tripp Towers has been fun, but I’ll be very happy when my family is all together again.

Night-night.

Your ever-loving furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Acting Chief of Security
Tripp Towers Division

P.S. I just completed one final late-night garden security check and detected the unmistakable scent of a suspected cat intruder. I deposited my own scent directly over the evidence.

Case closed.

Otherwise, all secure at Tripp Towers.

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To be continued …

Adventures with Grandma and Grandad

A Note to the Reader:

From time to time, Chase, a beautiful yellow Labrador, comes to stay with Grandma and Grandad while his family is away, and wherever Chase goes, adventures have a curious way of finding him.

After each day’s escapades, he somehow manages to write a letter home to Mom, Dad, and Nick, faithfully reporting everything that happened—or at least, everything as Chase remembered it.

No one has ever actually seen him holding a pen. But judging by the stories, the wagging tail, and the occasional muddy paw print, there seems little doubt these letters are his.

We have gathered them here just as we’ve found them. We hope they make you smile.

And so, we begin…

Day One — I Made It to the Ranch!

Dear Mom, Dad, and Nick,

Well… you disappeared this morning with all the baseball gear, and before I knew it, Grandad was saying, “Come on, Chase!”

Now, I must tell you, climbing into the back seat of Grandad’s truck is no small accomplishment. That’s quite a stretch for a distinguished gentleman like me! The truck was packed to the brim, but they made me a cozy little spot where I could settle down for the ride.

The ride was… hmmm… a bit longer and bumpier than I would have preferred. I kept wondering, Where exactly are we going? Thankfully, Grandma stopped at HEB for groceries, which gave me a chance to stretch my legs and regroup.

Then it happened. We turned a corner, and I heard the familiar beep… beep of the farm gate opening.

And I knew.

WHISPERING OAKS RIDGE!

My tail started wagging before the truck had even stopped. Grandma took me straight over to the long grass. Ohhh, the wonderful smells! Every blade of grass seemed to have a story to tell. I even found my favorite spot to lift my leg. Let’s just say… that was a very satisfying moment. 😄

Dinner was served in my special ranch bowl, and Grandma even sprinkled a few bacon bits on top. You’d have been proud of me—I cleaned that bowl until it sparkled, then had a long, cool drink of water.

Later, the neighbors arrived in Nacho 1. I was SO happy to see them! I behaved like a proper gentleman—no jumping—but I may have quietly stolen a lick or two. They told me what a handsome boy I am. I accepted their compliments with great humility…and a wagging tail.

Bedtime was easy. I slept in Grandma and Grandad’s bedroom on my own comfy bed. I know the ranch rules: dogs do not sleep on people beds. Although… between us, when they leave the room, they don’t seem to mind if I hop up there for just a little while. 🤫 Don’t tell Grandma I told you!

I’m having a wonderful time here. I love Whispering Oaks Ridge, and Grandma and Grandad are taking very good care of me.

But I do miss my family.

Tomorrow, I’m looking forward to my three ranch walks. You simply cannot imagine the amount of sniffing that needs to be done around here. It’s serious business.

Have fun at baseball! I’ll keep an eye on the ranch for Grandma and Grandad.

Tail wags and wet-nose kisses,
Chase 🐾

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Day Two — A Nose Full of Ranch Memories

Dear Mom, Dad, and Nick,

Greetings from Whispering Oaks Ridge!

Yesterday was another wonderful day, and I have some important adventures to report.

First of all… Grandma took me on THREE long walks! I know—you’d be impressed. You’ll be especially proud of me because I was on my very best behavior. I stayed right beside Grandma almost the whole time, matching her pace instead of trying to drag her across the county. She kept telling me what a good boy I was, and I have to admit… I rather enjoyed hearing that.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When Dad and I walk at Avery Ranch, it’s usually full speed ahead! Racing along is one of my favorite things. But Whispering Oaks Ridge has a completely different feel.

Everything seems slower here… quieter… more peaceful. It makes a fellow want to take his time. So I sniffed. And sniffed. And sniffed some more. Every flower, every cedar tree, every squirrel trail, every armadillo path, every deer footprint. There is an astonishing amount of information available when you have the right nose for the job.

Then… hold on a minute. Did I catch the scent of those baby foxes Grandma and Grandad keep talking about under the deck? My nose says, “Possibly.” The mystery continues.

After each walk, I enjoyed a long, cool drink of water, and every now and then a little treat appeared. I highly recommend this ranch service.

After our morning stroll, Grandma and Grandad sat on the porch drinking tea while I stretched out in the cool breeze. The birds sang, the wind chimes tinkled overhead, and I decided that doing absolutely nothing is actually a very worthwhile activity.

Later, Grandma and Grandad disappeared outside with the world’s loudest mower and an even noisier tractor. Honestly… I think they were trying to frighten every peaceful creature in the county. I wisely volunteered to stay indoors and guard the house.

Somebody had to.

After Walk Number Two, I took a serious nap on my comfy bed with my favorite cuddly toy tucked beside me. Quality sleep is an important part of ranch life.

Then something extraordinary happened.

On the glass back door was the strangest creature I’d ever seen. It had enormous eyes, extra-long antennae, and looked as though it had forgotten how to be a normal bug. I stared. It stared. Grandma took a picture and informed me it was called a cricket.

Well… if I’d been outside, I might have introduced myself.

Or eaten it. I’m not saying which.

Dinner was my usual meal, but Grandma quietly slipped me a few little pieces of bacon. Oh my goodness. I could have happily accepted another dozen, but apparently humans have strange rules about “enough.” Fortunately, she followed that up with my absolute favorite—a big juicy bone to chew while they watched television.

Now that’s how you end a day.

By bedtime, I was completely worn out, so I proudly led the bedtime parade to my crate. I haven’t slept there for ages, but it felt surprisingly cozy. I was asleep in no time… well, mostly asleep. Every so often, I’d hear mysterious animal noises outside the window and had to conduct a quick security inspection.

A guardian’s work is never truly done.

I hope you’re all having an amazing time at baseball.

And Mom…

Happy Birthday! 🎉

I wish I could give you one of my tail wags and a birthday kiss.

Until tomorrow…

With a wag, a woof, and a nose full of ranch memories,
Chase 🐾

Chief Sniffing Officer
Whispering Oaks Ranch Security

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Day Three — The Great Lizard Incident

Dear Mom, Dad, and Nick,

Another beautiful day dawned at the ranch.

Grandma and Grandad settled onto the porch with their morning tea while I assumed my important position as Chief of Ranch Security. As I gazed down the driveway toward the farm gate, something caught my eye. It might have been absolutely nothing… but that’s exactly why a good security officer investigates every “maybe.”

Grandma agreed.

Off we went. Naturally, I had to stop every few feet to collect the latest scent reports. A squirrel had definitely been by. A deer too. Possibly an armadillo. Perhaps a possum or two. The oak trees seemed to have some secretive chatter going on, and the hawks were squawking overhead.

After a very thorough inspection, I am pleased to report that the gate was secure, the ranch was safe, and no suspicious characters had entered the premises.

Mission accomplished.

When we reached the upper meadow, Grandma insisted I pose for a photograph. Honestly… humans.

“Sit nicely, Chase.”
“Look this way, Chase.”
“Don’t sniff the grass, Chase.”

I finally cooperated because she said you all would love seeing my handsome face. I suppose I can make that sacrifice for my family.

The rest of the morning was the same old, same old. I supervised from inside while Grandma and Grandad worked outdoors with their noisy ranch contraptions. Grandad spent quite a while trying to convince Red Ripper to restart after only a few laps of grass cutting. Personally, I think Red Ripper simply decided it was too hot to work and went on strike.

Grandma, meanwhile, was zipping around the ranch in the Ranger, collecting branches and debris. That vehicle is a tough ranch hand, but it has the funniest horn—it moos like a cow! Honestly… I never know what goes on around here.

Just when things finally quieted down enough for a respectable afternoon nap, that deafening floor inhaler of dirt, dust, and dog hair made its obnoxious appearance. Oooh… my poor ears. Apparently, peace and quiet are not guaranteed at Whispering Oaks Ridge.

Eventually everyone settled down, and I was beginning to think Walk Number Two had been canceled, which seemed highly unfair.

But then… Grandma reached for my leash.

Oh, joy!

We headed toward the partially mown meadow. Everything was perfect.

Until…

I have a confession. Please don’t be too disappointed in me.

You know how much I love the wildlife here. I see the deer, hear the foxes, smell the squirrels, and although every fiber of my doggy DNA tells me to chase them, I remember this is their home too. So I restrain myself.

Usually.

As we rounded the corner of the deck near the cactus… there he was.

The tiny green lizard.

You may remember me mentioning him before. He’s been taunting me all week. He races along the porch railing like he owns the place. Sometimes he pauses, puffs out his little pink throat as though he’s blowing bubble gum, and stares at me with that smug little lizard grin. I’ve ignored him with remarkable self-control.

That is… until yesterday.

There he was, standing in the ground cover, practically waving at me. I’m quite certain he laughed.

Then—and I’m not making this up—he stuck out his tongue.

That was it.

My brain disconnected. Every sensible thought vanished. I launched forward like a rocket, completely forgetting that Grandma was attached to the other end of my leash.

“CHASE!”

I heard her. I truly did. And to be fair, that IS my name. But at that precise moment, I had become an elite reptile capture specialist.

The chase lasted approximately one second. The lizard disappeared faster than a baseball leaving Nick’s bat.

Epic Lizard Mission: Failed.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized I had dragged poor Grandma right into those thorny weeds. She tightened my leash, brushed a few prickly things off her legs, and examined the hand clenching my leash. She sighed deeply, looked at her broken fingernail, and muttered one of those words I’ve only ever heard when tractors won’t start.

Oops.

Without speaking, she calmly took me inside and announced that Walk Number Two had come to an early conclusion. I felt quite bad about the whole thing, so I humbly accepted the consequences and maintained a low profile—on my bed.

Thankfully, Grandma has a very forgiving heart. Before long, I had completely redeemed myself, earned a treat, and later we enjoyed a nice third walk together.

I’d say we’re even.

The evening was wonderful. Some neighbors came over for happy hour, and I was absolutely in my element. I greeted everyone politely, accepted all compliments with dignity, and heard many kind remarks about my beautiful blond fur and what a well-behaved, gentle doggie I am.

Well… I didn’t want to let my family down.

I just wish you were here too.

Nick, I hope baseball is going well. I’m cheering for you from the ranch.

After our visitors headed home, we all watched a little television, and once again I was the first one to call it a night. Being Chief of Ranch Security is exhausting work.

All is well as we begin Day Four here at the ranch.

Love and tail wags,
Chase 🐾

Chief of Ranch Security
Senior Lizard Patrol Officer (currently 0–1)
Professional Treat Inspector
and Forever Your Faithful Boy ❤️

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Day Four — Meet Bubble Gum Breath

Dear Mom, Dad, and Nick,

Another day at the ranch… and another report from Whispering Oaks Ridge’s Chief of Ranch Security.

The morning began with my usual patrol down the driveway to the farm gate. Everything was exactly as it should be. No suspicious visitors. I made sure to inspect every familiar scent on the way back, especially around the spot where that fox family likes to hang out. Naturally, I freshened up the area with a few well-placed “Chase was here” messages of my own.

As we reached the top of the hill, I heard something rustling near the rock wall. Grandma agreed an investigation was in order. I sniffed every inch of that wall but couldn’t find a thing. We think it may have been one of those giant Texas millipedes. Probably heard me coming and wisely disappeared. They’re not very attractive, but Grandma says they’re harmless.

With the property declared secure, we joined Grandad on the porch to relax and watch the hummingbirds. By the way… there was still no sign of my green nemesis.

Later, I enjoyed a well-earned nap while Grandma spent far too much time playing with that glowing gizmo she carries around. I gave her a gentle nudge to distract her. She got the message and gave me a good scratch behind the ears. Humans really are trainable.

Then came the biggest event of the day…

Bubble Gum Breath.

There he was, perched on the far end of the porch railing like he owned the place.

We locked eyes.

I chose the high road… mostly because Grandma had a firm grip on my leash.

Then the little rascal started doing those ridiculous lizard push-ups and flicking his tail. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Behave yourself, I thought. Or you’re toast.

Instead of backing down, Bubble Gum Breath scampered along the railing toward me, looking straight at me with that smug little grin. Then he puffed out his bright pink throat into one of those bubble displays.

That did it.

I lunged.

Before I could say “lizard breath,” he vanished. Poof! Gone.

I nearly wedged my head between the porch rails trying to figure out where he’d gone. Grandma laughed and said he was clinging to the wall just below where I could see him.

She insists he’s only playing hide-and-seek.

Ummm… I’m not buying it.

At this point, I’m convinced he’s orchestrating the whole thing just to see me lose my composure.

One day, if Grandma accidentally forgets to hold my leash…

Well…

Let’s just say Bubble Gum Breath might receive a proper Labrador education.

Later, I went for another truck ride with Grandma and Grandad. Riding isn’t exactly my favorite activity, but it beats staying home alone. Grandma shopped while Grandad and I enjoyed the nice cool air conditioning and waited patiently.

Back at the ranch, we had dinner, watched a little television, and settled in for the night. I was sleeping wonderfully until Grandad had the audacity to switch on the lights at the crack of dawn. Honestly… a dog needs his beauty sleep! I suppose I’ll catch up on my naps today.

By the way… when are you coming home?

I’m being a very good boy, and Grandma and Grandad are taking excellent care of me, but I miss my favorite people very much. I hear we may be heading back to Austin tomorrow, so hopefully it won’t be long now.

I can’t wait to see all three of you. Until then, I’ll keep Grandma and Grandad safe… and keep one eye out for Bubble Gum Breath.

Until tomorrow…

Your ever-loving, faithful furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Chief of Ranch Security
Lizard Patrol Officer — Record: 0–2

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Day Five — Confessions of a Security Chief

Dear Mom, Dad, and Nick,

I once heard a human say confession is good for the soul. I’m going to see if that’s true. Here goes.

Yesterday, I must confess, I was so befuddled that I forgot I was Chief of Ranch Security. I neglected my duties—and even my business—down at the gate.

The reason?

Bubblegum Breath.

That pesky green lizard has become my greatest nemesis. Or perhaps my weirdest playmate? I’m honestly not sure which. Either way, I am obsessed with him. Grrr!

The moment Grandma opened the front door, I hurried onto the porch, certain he would be waiting for me. Sure enough, there he was, lounging on the railing and looking far too pleased with himself. Annoyingly arrogant, actually.

I used to think Bubblegum Breath was simply minding his own business—just being a lizard and doing what lizzies do.

Not anymore.

After careful observation, I have concluded that he is not merely an eager participant but a shrewd instigator, and all his antics are carefully contrived to drive me insane. Grandma thinks he might simply be bored with the same old porch routine. I suppose it’s possible. Most of the day he gobbles up dead flies from Grandma’s fly zapper, which hardly sounds like an exciting life. She even suggested he might need a playmate.

Really?

If so, he plays to win at the expense of my good nature. I have a grand idea. He could go stick his tongue on the fly zapper.

Bubblegum Breath knows exactly what he’s doing. He waits until I notice him… then starts doing those ridiculous tiny push-ups. He wiggles his tail. He sticks out his tongue.

At meeeeee.

And then—this is the part that really gets me—he blows the most peculiar pink bubble, as though he’s chewing bubblegum just to mock me.

Today, he hit my last nerve. His disrespect and disdain got the better of me. I lost my cool. Each time he blew that pink thing, I charged straight at him with one goal in mind:

Burst his bubble.

But every single time, just as I was about to catch him, he vanished over the edge of the porch railing while I nearly wedged my entire head between the rails trying to reach him.

There may have been a little drooling involved as well.

No comment.

Grandma assured me this was “not my finest detective work,” but I prefer to think of it as persistent investigation. Then she reminded me that professional security officers cannot spend their entire shift chasing mischievous reptiles, no matter how tormenting they may be.

She’s probably right. So, somewhat embarrassed, I reluctantly returned to my official duties.

I carefully inspected the deck, especially around the flowerpot where those adorable baby foxes were born a few months ago. Their scent has faded, but I checked thoroughly. A good security chief always scrutinizes an important location.

Next, I investigated the shed area where Grandad parks the ranch vehicles. He was busy covering them with giant tarpaulins because a storm was on the way. I sniffed all around the tractor and gave an extra-big snuffle underneath because apparently, a long time ago, a snake slithered out from under there and startled Grandad.

No snakes in sight—thank goodness. I’ve never seen one during my ranch visits, but one must remain vigilant for dangerous threats. I also surveyed the upper meadow and confirmed that everything farther down the driveway remained peaceful and secure.

Mission accomplished.

Later, Grandma and Grandad left for lunch, leaving me in charge of the ranch house. I was happy to accept the responsibility. I patrolled. I napped. I listened. I patrolled a little more. Then I napped again… always with one eye slightly open.

You never know when danger—or Bubblegum Breath—might appear.

When Grandma and Grandad returned, they were impressed and kept telling me what a good boy I was. I must admit… I loved hearing that.

But early that evening, something unexpected happened.

I noticed suitcases. Truck doors opening. Activity.

Something wasn’t right.

It seems Nick’s baseball tournament had ended in a loss, and you all decided to head home earlier than expected. That meant our ranch adventure was ending sooner than planned.

When I see those telltale signs of departure, I tend to freak out a little.

Now what?

I gave Grandma my absolute best Please don’t leave me behind look. She and Grandad assured me I was going with them, but I still had to make certain. I followed them everywhere like a shadow, just in case anyone forgot there was a Labrador involved in these travel arrangements.

Finally, my leash was attached and we were on the porch. I searched the railing for Bubblegum Breath, but there was no sign of the little fly gobbler. I caught his scent, though, so naturally I tugged on my leash to investigate. Grandma encouraged me to get into the truck instead.

She reminded me that back home in Austin, the old brown lizard still lives under the patio table. She also promised I would soon return to the ranch, where Bubblegum Breath would certainly be waiting to resume our legendary game of hide-and-seek—or burst-the-bubble.

More importantly, Grandma said we were going home to see Mom, Dad, and Nick.

Oh, goodie.

My family!

That changed everything.

I curled up in my cozy spot in the back seat of Grandad’s truck and rode home like the exceptionally good boy everyone says I am.

I was happy to see the backyard in Austin. No encounter with the brown lizard, although… did I just catch sight of his tail disappearing under the patio table?

I was even happier when, extremely late that evening, you all finally walked through the door.

Home with you feels wonderful.

Life is pretty cushy back at Tripp Towers. There’s a security system here that does a fairly decent job, so my professional services aren’t required around the clock. It’s a real dog’s life. Most of the time, I can simply chillax.

But I must admit…

I’ll miss the peaceful ranch. I’ll miss my security patrols and the fox scents. I’ll miss the morning walks with Grandma.

And yes… I’ll even miss charging at that cheeky little Bubblegum Breath.

Although next time, I am definitely going to catch him.

Until the next ranch adventure…

Your ever-loving, faithful furry boy,
Chase 🐾

Chief of Ranch Security
Bubblegum Breath Surveillance Division
Official Record: 0–3

P.S. Thanks for listening to my confession. I can confirm that my soul really does feel much lighter and happier now.

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Epilogue:  A Note from Grandma

Dear Chandra, Dany and Nick,

We thought you’d enjoy one last little ranch update.  Today, while Grandad and I were quietly eating lunch on the porch, guess who appeared?

Bubblegum Breath.  Right on cue.

He climbed onto the porch rail, puffed out his famous pink bubble, did several tiny push-ups, and looked all around…we couldn’t help wondering if he was looking for Chase.

Then, to our complete surprise…out scampered an even smaller green anole.

A tiny version of Bubblegum Breath!

Same bright green suit.
Same inquisitive little eyes.
Same miniature push-ups.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Apparently Bubblegum Breath has an apprentice. We couldn’t help imagining him saying,

“No sign of the big yellow fellow today…
I suppose I’ll start training you instead.”

Somehow the porch felt strangely quiet without Chase racing over to investigate, but something tells us this isn’t the end of the story. Bubblegum Breath will keep practicing. Mini-Me will keep learning.

And one day, when the farm gate beeps and a certain happy-go-lucky yellow Lab bounds onto the porch … the game will begin all over again.

Love,
Grandma & Grandad

….to be continued.