May 10th 2011 6:35 pm
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My momma practices this thing that basically means "nonviolence." It's called practice because she hasn't got it right yet. So I'm helping. I'm a helper.
I'm also a chewer. I'm telling you, there is nothing more satisfying than a good rip through a fleece blankie, chewing on all that softness and then gulping it down. Mm, boy. I ate a whole half a shirt once just to see my momma turn three shades of red 'cuz it was the guest's shirt. Hee hee.
She says stuff like "emergency vet" and "blockage" and such as if that's supposed to affect me. Shoot, I just eat a few bugs and hark'em up on the carpet. There's your blockage, lady. Nice and cleared.
Anyway, my mom brought home a soft, plushy dog bed yesterday. It was supposed to be for my little foster sis who is in a lot of back pain right now and needs a really low bed on the floor. I snuggled right into it. Bliss. Sheer bliss. I put my whole mouth around the bolster side. Then I looked up out of the corner of my eye to see the momma glaring down at me. (Nonviolent my cute little butt, right?)
I got a few bouts with a Skinneeez raccoon as a legal soft toy and I left the bed alone. But, you know, my momma isn't going to deepen this practice thing without me messing with, um, I mean without opportunities for growth. So when she got sidetracked taking care of my little foster sis, I saw one of those opportunities.
Yesterday's intact bed has been beautifully redesigned with strategic openings for the fluffiness to pour out its white bits upon the carpet, far and wide. It's lovely really. The momma didn't agree, but didn't say a word. I sat chewing my bone ("What? No, I was only chewing this the whole time.") and watching as she calmly restuffed the bed and then put it away. Because I am such a helper, I showed her some fluff that she missed.
My work is selfless really. I exist to serve, to help with lessons in patience and reminders to make more logical choices. It is a sacrifice I am willing to make to wake myself up at pre-dawn hours in my momma's bed and bark at the top of my lungs, "Awaken and be fully present! Be here now!" and then settle back down to sleep. A humble servant, that is what I am.
Leave A Comment | 1 person already has BOL, BOL - this is so funny. I'm glad you make sure you don't have any blockages by doing a few bug chasers.
But seriously, my momma also was mumbling Emergency Vet and blockages as she read your diary also...
Me, I thought you were probably have loads of fun.
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May 10th 2011 at 10:45 pm