Through Stained Glass: Tecumseh's Take

Writing with no thumbs is challenging. I hope to send dis bloggo to
my editor next time around. Until then, here is one doggos (Tecumseh) take
on the summer thus far with my hooman who is your pastor!
Look at my reading material? 

Henlo, frens.

Guess who dis is? It is Tecumseh—or as dad likes to callz me—the GenralL.

Dis is my fewst time on da computer, pardon the type-Os. Having no fumbs makes dis difficult. Mayb I will have da Queen spell check it for me when I’m done.

I think dis is da part where dad says sumding about peace and jesus and henlo. So, you are lubbed!

NEwayz, dad is off at the kirk house again, so I thought itd be a good time to share sum of my thoughts wit you. Dis idea came from a little pile of notes some critter left at dat place. All of his notes and papers were signed, “Da Church Mouse.” Dat duy was clever, and funny. If I met him now, I’d give him a high-paw! My favorite was how he called da preacher duy ‘Bonz.’ Does ne1 know why he did?

Dad and I had school last night (Monday). Dis is round two for this doggo—my hooman says he wants me to hang out in the study at church and go on visits with him when I get bigger. I says to him, “As long as those other hoomans gib me treats and scratches, I’ll go anywhere!” My hooman is a pretty good servant to me and my sister, Chloe. Doe he is not home as we’d like, the hooman still takes us on walks and gibs us love.

Lately, da hooman been carrying around lots of books about creativity. De other day he was droning on and on about sum guy name Pierre Teilhard de Chardin—all I kno is dat hooman speaks in French and did phiblosody. NEwayz, my hooman says de Chardin has this quote about the earth, which has been his inspiration for “The Center of Creativity and Community.” Dat hooman said, “The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.” Wut my hooman hopes da students at The Center create da most is friendships. Da other night my hooman went on and on about all da art the kiddos are making—paintings, poetry, and pictures wit sumding called a “polaroid”!?! Not sure wut dat is, but sound delicious!

Three days last week my hooman was gone for 13 hours! Thank Dog some frens came over to let me and da Queen out. I can tell he really likes what he is doing. I know he worries about some of the messes left in da room you hoomans call the parlor and CE bilding. All I really caught in dat monologue was something about bar-b-q. Once he started on about da Bible and Revelation, I went back to eating his book.

Well, my paws are cramping from all dis typing. I kno my hooman hadn’t written on this blog in a while and I thought I’d help him out and give you all a bit of a ‘wuts goin on.’

I hope to write again soon. Until den, keep your snouts to da ground and send your fren Tecumseh (dats me) all da treats.

Cump