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A Day in The Life of Kosmo

Summer Days

Wow! Today it is hot! My mommy isn't home right now, so I turned on the computer to see more doggies on Dogster.
I have a new friend! He isn't one of my bestest friends yet because he bites my perfect tail and tried to bite my weewee.
He doesn't try to bite my weewee too much anymore but he takes my leash away from my mommy and tries to walk me. I tolerate him because he is so little.
He lives across the street and he is a little yellow monster named Amarillo and my mommy puppy walks him everyday. Mostly she just plays in the yard with him because he doesn't walk good like me because I am so good.
I like to go over there with her because I like to be with her at all times. I love my mommy and she loves me more and more everyday!

Cagefree Wonder

My mommy was just looking at a website of a shelter in Illinois, and she got sad.
She looked at some of the doggies who were visiting the shelterhotel and she saw their eyes peering through the steel bars, looking into a camera lense for hope. They look into the camera lense and maybe see their families, maybe they hear hope in the voices of the photographers, who use praise and cooing to focus their subjects. They peer into the glass eye with false hope - it is misleading. Pictures can't do them justice.
It is like looking through a dating service and hoping someone catches your eye.
It makes my mommy so, so very sad. It kills a part of her each time she looks, because she wants to bring every one of them home with her (well, mostly the retrievers) and let them live with no bars, no jail.
She hates cages!

Mommy's Rants

My mommy has been a little whacko lately.
She attributes these 'mommie sad' moments to Mariah, because my cousin/best friend Mariah went away and she is sad.
Actually, my sister Satchmo is my very best friend, but the past 8 months or so of rolling around the yard with Mariah - she became my other bestest friend.
Mariah had a bad heart- well, it wasn't bad. It was a big, wonderful, beautiful and loving heart. But some of its valves were rusty, and it didn't want to pump very well. It sounds like what happened to Mommy's Chrysler van.
Anywoof, she went away to the Doggie Heaven, the place I have a hard time getting my mommy to discuss. She tries to talk about it, but she can't. She has this weird stubbornish streak, and she doesn't want people to think she cries or anything, so if she doesn't think about it or talk about it, it doesn't make her cry.
When Mariah went away, my mommy started looking on Petfinder and Chessie Rescue sites to help my Uncle Steve adopt a chessie. He wanted to find one that really needed a good forever home.
My mommy logs onto these sites, and her heart breaks. It twists in her throat and makes her eyes burn as she fights back bitter tears of anger and sadness.
She can't believe all the doggies out there that need homes, not because they were born in a barn or under a bridge somewhere, but because someone 'tired of them', didn't like the responsibility, or simply gave up on them. Some of these doggies are Seniors, like my sister Satchmo. They stayed with their mommy's and daddy's until they were Seniors, and then they got tossed out in a field somewhere, or left at a shelter door in the night.
These thoughts stay with my mommy when she leaves the computer, and when she sees me wagging my tail, staring at her with the utter, pure adoration that only a doggy (or I guess, a little human baby) can possess, the true sadness settles in her heart. It is that face I show her, those eyes, pleading only for love and maybe a steak, but mostly love - that breaks her heart! She sees that and imagines that same face on another doggy, so trusting and safe with their 'parent', walking beside them, --- and then they are gone.
To search, to wonder, to not have any ability with their limitations of thought WHERE their parent has gone. Where are they?
Are they coming back? Mom? Dad?
It is like leaving a 4 year old child somewhere, helpless and unable to communicate.
"well,' some argue, 'they are just animals.'
No, they are not. This is not the case when you have taken an animal away from its dog mother, cared for it, and allowed it to imprint on you. Now it is yours, not a typical animal, but one that has been domesticated over the years to be a pet, a family member of the most dedicated type.
Well, this is her rant.
She gets so very upset because she doesn't understand that type of pure evil in people, and the thought of me with my beautiful topaz eyes, so trusting - being abandoned. She knows she is not capable of such a morally repugnant act, but the idea that she walks among the 'animals' who do such to their pets, just makes her sad.
On a lighter note, I had a long day and I am so tired!