Shellbee's Story by Flynn-Campbell Jennifer

Author:Flynn-Campbell, Jennifer [Flynn-Campbell, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Campbell and Associates, P.C.
Published: 2016-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

Letter 16

Life’s a Beach

Beginning of Trip

Hi, it’s me—Shellbee. I’m here to report what happened in the driveway today. Mommy and Pappy were real busy taking our precious belongings out of the house. I helped a lot by carting things off as they put them down. Apparently, we’re going on a trip somewhere. Mommy keeps saying we’re driving to the beach in a big “campa.” I’ve never been in a “campa,” but I’ve been to the beach plenty of times. I’ve taken to eating seaweed when I’m there (I catch it with my trap as it floats by), and I’ve already mentioned how much I love dead crabs. Mommy and Pappy even made up a song about my crab-eating ways:

Walkin’ on crab parts, oh, oh

Walkin’ on crab parts, whoop, whoop

It’s all for you as you eat some, too!

They often hold their noses after singing the song. Dead-crab breath isn’t something they find as delightful as I do!

You wouldn’t believe it, but I’ve outgrown my swimming vest already. Mommy ordered a new one. Now, you’d think Mommy would be patient and wait for the new arrival. But no . . . she’s got to try all her kayak vests on me! Pappy said I had to suffer great indignities as Mommy wrestled with me to put on these contraptions. Her white-water vest fit okay—a bit bulky. I’m sure I will look like a buoy bobbing around. I don’t want to be a buoy; people might try to moor their boat on me!

We are going away for Mommy’s “something” birthday (a lady never reveals her age). For Pappy’s birthday, Mommy and Pappy went away overnight. Pappy hasn’t heard the end of that from me. Mommy keeps telling me not to worry—that her birthday is “all about me.” Poor Pappy—he’s forever in trouble, but he’s getting better at paying attention to Mommy’s silent signals. Before I came along, Pappy loped along unaware of the dangers behind Mommy’s sign language, but I’ve given him a few pointers, and he’s getting smarter. My Pappy is going to be the best husband someday . . . turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks! Unfortunately for Pappy, he can’t feign deafness anymore now that he understands Mommy’s hand signals. Mommy says Pappy hears only what he wants to hear. Pappy and I are alike—selective hearing.

We’re getting a new boat for Mommy’s birthday, too. I’ve been doing a lot of water crafting lately. The other day Mommy and I went out in a two-man (well, woman-and-dog) kayak. It was so stable that, try as I might, I couldn’t tip it over—I was the only one that went into the drink! My black, furry self hit the water and, much to my surprise, I went under!! I came back up to the surface and made like Jesus—quickly walking on the water to get back into the kayak. Once back into that dopey means of transportation, I acted a lot calmer, for a short while. Then I took the helm—up there on all fours—which resulted in another fall into the drink.

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