Lucy and her laser beam. Sometimes I think Lucy is part cat. You know those pens that have laser beams? We have one that emits a red light.

Her Daddy has a routine every night when the sun goes down, Lucy runs to the table in the living room stands on her hind legs and says Dad, Dad is it time it is time? When Mark was in Seattle for work, I attempted to play laser beam with Lucy. She would run past the red light with me trying to catch up with her. She would then stop running and look at me telling me that I am just so lame and don’t seem to know how to do it. Thank God, Mark is back. Last night again, she ran back and forth from the living room to the office, now around 8:30pm when the Venice sun sets..

While running,  at the same time she barks with absolute glee in her voice. Up and down the stairs in and out of the kitchen, running at mach speed, a blaze of fur flies past Sammy and I who are quietly sitting in the dark, on the couch watching the evening show.