Sedona AZ (November 19, 2012) – For goodness sakes, it is true that time flies by quickly!
Already most leaves have dropped off the trees, the frost has bitten the pumpkins, and even some of that cold white stuff has fallen lazily from the sky. Of course, so far we’ve had nothing to compare with that big snow storm of last March, but who knows when it might just happen again. It doesn’t bother me as long as Mom fixes a roaring fire in the fireplace and I’m able to enjoy it with her from my favorite spot on the couch.
Unless I’m mistaken that special day is near when many kitchens will be overwhelmed with mouth-watering aromas such as roasting turkey and pumpkin pie. Ha. Not at my house.
Once again Mother will trot off to some eating place where I’m not allowed to join her. Ha again. How’s that for animal abuse ASPCA? Of course I’m just joking because I know in my heart within the next week or so we, too, will be sniffing with delight a roast turkey breast of our own – and my tummy smiles at such a lovely thought.
Also I’ve “pawed” my letter to Sandy Claws for a red custom Thunder Shirt with my name on it and a red collar with studs. I’ve enjoyed my designer blue collar with crystals but it’s worn out, and it’s time for a dude like me to have the masculine touch of studs which is what I’m so hoping will be in my Christmas stocking.
Ever since those roof explosions, I’m not able to understand any loud noises and my heart pounds and I shake even when Mom tells me it’s only a squirrel running across the roof or a pine cone dropping from a tree. The gray Thunder Shirt she got for me really helps calm my nerves but a red one should do twice the job! Don’t you agree?
Of course, if Sandy Claws finds out how I continue to trick Mom when she tries to give me a calming pill – I might be on his Bad Dog List. I just can’t resist, though, because no matter what “she” does to hide the stupid little things I can manage to spit them out when she’s not watching. Guess I’d better clean up my act – at least for a little while – if I expect to have my wish list fulfilled.
I’m hoping that all my pals out there, including my most recent new friend, Vinny, will have special treats on this Thanksgiving Day and that many shelter pets will have the magical gift of a loving forever home.
It would be further comforting if all animal abusers would give themselves a huge dose of their own toxic venom and spare helpless, defenseless animals. Bullying is not an admirable trait and doesn’t require a special talent other than a sick mind…
As my Medicine Wise Wings says after he “caws” two times, “Remember, my children, be grateful for what you have.”
No matter how bad things are, they could be worse.