February 20th 2005 1:26 pm
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My mom has done little else than ensure that she and I have both eaten, slept, been out (for me) and bathed (for her,) ever since Thursday night.
Early Friday morning she reached over my languid and supine form and mashed the horrible beeping thing. Once again, all was quiet. With our heads sharing the same pillow, she snuggled up beside me and burried her sleepy face in the scruff of my ruggedly handsome neck, and we slept.
I dreamt of a butcher shop, afterhours. My brethren and I (Kingston 12 and Cooper are pup pals) ran free, blood-lust coursing through our veins. With no human supervision, we helped ourselves to a smorgasbord of meat. We gorged on whole turkeys, chickens, roast beef, and cured hams from all around the world. Satiated, we ambled slowly back to our respective homes, each falling into blissful slumber with robust bellies pointed skyward, and tired paws dangling in front of our chests.
The entire weekend has been bliss. My mom and I have slept, cuddled, rested, and stuffed our face with forbidden foods. For dinner last night, I had steak, and my mom had pizza and ice cream. No homework was attempted, no exercise done.
Now we are in calm repose together on the couch enjoying my mom's stolen wireless internet connection and watching the Simpsons. My belly is engorged with kibbles, meats, and some left-over pizza, and I am happy. I love my mom a million times with each precious white hair that moves from my body to her clean clothing.
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