December 2nd 2012 2:10 pm
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Mom calls me Sputnik Sophie because I make such funny little noises. The original Sputnik, which was launched by the Russians and caused such a ruckus, AND launched the NASA efforts to put a Man on the Moon, really didn't do anything but orbit the earth and make little noises.
Mom says I don't really do much but laze about and make noises, much like the Sputnik, except laying on a bed or couch instead of wasting energy orbiting.
I think I work hard around here. I clean up Wee Lass' vegetables. She refuses to eat the vegetables that Mom puts upon her plate at dinner. Mom says that Wee Lass does not have to put the vegetables in her mouth, but Mom will continue to put them on her plate. It never worked on Middle Lad. He will be 17 years old next week and a vegetable has never crossed his lips without being projectile vomited out immediately. Us dogs thought we had fast taste buds! Middle Lad can taste as fast as any dog!
However, Oldest Lad and Little Lad both succumbed to Mom's manipulations, and even if it took years, both eventually put vegetables inside their mouths and swallowed them, absent the projectile vomiting. It's actually quite entertaining when Dad decides that Middle Lad is absolutely going to eat a vegetable just because Dad is the Dad and he says so. Mom starts to stealthily begin rearranging dishes about the table, so that any still-edible food destined to be leftovers does not get projectile vomited-upon.
As soon as Wee Lass finishes dinner, I am quite good at popping right up, like a Brindly Gopher, onto Wee Lass' booster chair and grabbing her uneaten vegetables. I also snuffle about the kitchen, cleaning up crumbs from beneath the overhang of the kitchen cabinets. Perhaps if Mom ran the vacuum now and again, I would not have to snuffle for crumbs so often.
However, back to the Sputnik noises. THIS morning, Mom was listening to a Guided Meditation that included listening to sounds. As the house was still very quiet, Mom was surprised that there were very few sounds upon which to focus. Then I began to chirp in with my Sputnik Sophie Chirps and Sputnik Sophie Snores. Mom then spent several minutes focused entirely upon ME, Sophie, which is of course where her focus should alway be: Sophie, Sophie, Sophie.
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"Guided Meditation" I strongly suggest some essence of Sophie to help along the relaxation exercise.
Da only vegetables my momma can handle are corn and potatoes and peppers. BOL!