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My Life As Is

*urg*

So today, I was JUST getting all excited over my hoof on the floor (which I NEVER do, by the way), and Ginger walks over to me (a.k.a Stingie Gingie!!). I ignore her, just minding my own business, playing with my hoofy. So she gets mad, walks up to me, and TAKES it away!!! She can be SO selfish sometimes! urg. But oh well, I was almost done with it anyways.....I get these little bursts of energy here and there...this kinda action, lemme tell ya, does NOT happen often in most of us senior citizens! But that's ok, Gingie can really technically be as rude as she wants, because I will take it...because I'm a "Good Girl" like that! ; )

Whataday!

Wow, you know, I get exhausted just THINKING about the day Ginger came home, and that was a YEAR ago! Wow. Everybody thought she was sooo cute, and now lookit her. A menace, that's what she is! Well, not a MEAN menace, I mean, she's still annoying, and in my face, and taking my things, and disrupting our otherwise calm lives, but she is friendly. And now I do have company when my folks go away. But oh, that dreadful day she came home.....
I remember everyone coming home all in a tizzy, they were muttering excitedly about something or other that they'd stopped to see these puppies, and oh, yea, that ONE puppy, that little one, was so cute. Oh, yes, they liked her a lot, she was so cute, they thought she was so tiny and sweet. BIG mistake. First rule: (and even I know this one!) don't judge a dog when they're sleeping. But Mom still had some sense about her anyway, no matter how cute the little pup was.
"Now, kids, you can't go buying puppies on a whim. It's just not right. You'll be headed in for something that you're not ready for, which we're not, I know." Ahhh. Good old Mommy; SHE still knew what she was talking about! And that was that. Or so I thought. Later on that week, there seemed to be a strange hustle and bustle going on between my Mommy and Daddy, but I didn't know why. It was all so confusing, and all so fast-paced. But that phrase, that single phrase Mamma said kept echoing in my mind, comforting my anxious thoughts: "Now, kids, you can't go buying puppies on a whim. It's just not right. You'll be headed in for something that you're not ready for, which we're not, I know." BAM, we had the dog three days later! OH my goodness, and were we in for a ride! The day she came home, everybody left to get her, all excited-like, and I knew what was coming. I paced myself as I lay there, knowing that this time may have possibly been my LAST TIME ALONE, by myself, with PEACE in my mind. And it was so true, so true. Because when they brought her home, it was havoc. My first thoughts when I saw her was that they'd immeadiately decided to bring a little brown rat home instead, and left the dog at the other place. Not so. This was the dog. Oh my. I tried to sniff it, just to you know, get aquainted, and it shrank back, scared, like I was gonna eat it. Ha ha, scared. She's not scared of me today, when she steals from under my very NOSE and pokes at me and jumps at me, coaxing me to play. *sigh*, how much she's changed. And our lives as a family, too. Wow. This dog, though, however MENACING, ANNOYING, and DESTRUCTIVE she may be, is sometimes nice, and in those moments I can, well, sort of see the cutenes that everybody else so blindlessly sees in her all the time, so I guess I love her, like she loves me.


.......But that dosn't mean I have to like her!