Lucy-Furr.

IMG_1545Does anyone have a pair of Falcon gloves that I can borrow? Or maybe a suit of armor?

My kitten, Lucy-Furr, has suddenly become a Rastafarian. She has a strip of dreadlocks all the way down the middle of her back that sticks up and makes her look like she’s got porcupine quills, and even with Rea holding her down while I try to brush her, and vise versa, she scratches and bites us so bad that we scream in pain, and there is blood everywhere, and her eyes turn black, and she whispers something through the air between her blood-tipped-fangs that sounds almost like she’s saying “I’m going to kill you all in your sleep…”

For all of these reasons and more; her porcupine-looking-dreadlocks remain, and I’m finding myself wondering if I may need to hire an experienced exorcist priest to come and remove the demons from this so-called-kitten.

No disrespect, but this shit is beyond the Kitten Whisperer’s expertise.

Help!

Help us!

No, seriously.

HELP.

Dear God, please…

S.O.S

This is the only way that Rea and I can communicate with the outside world, because fortunately for us, Lucy-Furr has never learned how to read. She has us trapped in the basement, and when Nash tried to save us from her earlier, she simply backhanded him with her left paw, and he flew threw the air, bounded off of the wall, and was knocked unconscious. She laughed afterwards like a maniac and I may have peed a little.

If anyone could please come over and try to entice her away from us with a trail of Meow Mix (laced with Vicodin) I would surely appreciate it.

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The Year of the Mullet.

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When an old classmate posted this photo on Facebook recently, I just felt the need to officially rename the year of 1986-1987 as “The Year of the Mullet”.

Should we go a little further and take a vote on Best Mullet?

I just want to point out that I was actually able to pull off, both the Farrah Fawcett look with the feathered bangs, AND the actual mullet itself.

PLUS:

I also managed to femme up my own version of Don Johnson/Miami Vice attire.

So there you have it.

I’m throwing my hat into the ring as a Contender in “The Mullet Championship Round”.

Are there any other nominations?

 

Bunny Owners.

IMG_1468I have recently added Dog Walking to my professional resume. It has been a wonderful tool for getting me up earlier in the morning, you know, since I actually get paid to play with dogs and get exercise! I currently walk 4 different dogs for a total of 2 hours of walking each day, 5 days a week. That’s some great exercise!You would think that it would be pretty difficult to embarrass myself in this line of work, but rest assured; I have found a way…

Today I was walking Copper (the sweetest Labradoodle in the entire world) around her neighborhood. I always take her to this house that’s about 6 blocks away, because her favorite thing in the world is to go and visit the bunnies.

There are 4 bunnies who live in a really large, fenced, outdoor kennel, and Copper just loves to sit there and watch them for a few minutes. She doesn’t bark, or growl at all; she is just saying hello to her little Bunny Friends.

Well today, as we were walking up the hill, after visiting Copper’s Bunny Friends, we ran into 2 elderly men who were standing on the sidewalk chatting. One of the men tipped his hat to me (because he was such a gentleman) and said, “Well Hello, Copper! Is that Copper?!”

Copper got all excited, so I smiled and said, “Yes, this is Copper. And you must be one of the Boners…!”

Both men appeared stunned, and a good 3 seconds before I registered what I had just said…

Me: “I’m so sorry! I meant to say Bunny Owners! You must be one of the Bunny Owners!”

The other man completely avoided eye contact with me, and the Bunny Owner gave me a stiff smile and said, “Yes, they are my bunnies…”

Me: “Copper just LOVES to visit your bunnies! But I guess you already knew that…umm, yeah….
…nice weather we’re having today, huh?”

Both men appeared relieved and smiled as Copper and I hurriedly walked away. They both agreed, “Yeah it’s a beautiful day!”

Oh.

My.

Gargoyle.

Boners.

I called an old man a “Boner” today.

Bunny. Owner. BUNNY OWNER.

Bunny Owner!!!

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The Gayest Valentine’s Day Ever!! Literally.

It would be safe to say that my sister, Stacey, is my Hero...

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Dear Whitney,

 I wanted to send you an email to wish you Happy Birthday.
Your D told me that I needed to read your blog.  He had been crying over a month regarding your lifestyle.  I assured him that you were a Christian and that you would never do anything to hurt your Grandma and Grandpa.  I guess I was wrong!  Your Grandma and Grandpa would have been heart broken as well as Uncle R and I are.
We pray that you will turn away from a lifestyle that is not of God and we will do every thing we can to help you.  It is what Grandma and Grandpa would have wanted us to do.
We will always love you and pray for you.
Aunt J and Uncle R
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Dear R and J,

It pains me to write you this letter.  You have been so generous to both Whitney and my mom and I so appreciate it.  Your monetary help to Mom has been a godsend.  And R, I cannot thank you enough for the yard work and trips to the dump.  You were a lifesaver.

You both seem like such wonderful people and I don’t want to offend you in any way.  But I feel I must address your hateful and hurtful and ungodly comments to Whitney.  I know her heart is breaking.  You have made her feel ashamed and that is wrong!

I am very sorry that you feel Whitney has disappointed you both, as well as, M and E.  I would like to respond.

Although you feel that being gay is ungodly, many people, including many devout Christians, do not agree with you.  Many churches welcome gays into their ministries with open arms.  There are even gay ministers.  The bible is open to a lot of interpretation by humans and just because you believe one way, there is no proof that God or the Bible agree with your way.

Whitney is a Christian and lives a Christian life.  She attends church and prays and tries to be kind and helpful and forgiving.  Her Partner has gone through seminary, led a devout life, and is now a hospital Chaplain.  This is definitely a godly couple and they are leading a life devoted to god and each other.  Whitney leads a life of integrity.  She works hard.  She lives with God’s grace surrounding her in every thing she does.

I do not believe that being a homosexual and leading a homosexual life is a sin.  I imagine it is a trait we are born with.  Here is why I think this.  I was born a heterosexual.  I love my friends who are women, but no matter how much I love them, I do not want to have sex with them.  I am not attracted to them in that way.  No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t make myself be gay.  No matter how much Whitney tries, she cannot make herself attracted to men.  She is gay.  God made her that way.

And if we agree God is perfect and all powerful, then none of his children are imperfect.  He made Whitney the way she is and she is perfect.

And I know that although M and E might not have openly embraced gays, they loved Whitney with all their hearts and they would want her to be happy.  D wants her to be happy.  Being loving Parents and Grandparents forces us to accept and change and grow in order to be loving.  I know that M and E are looking down from heaven and saying, we wish Whitney all the best.  Our life here in heaven with God is so wonderful and perfect that we want Whitney to have all the love and respect she deserves.  M and E were open to change.  They welcomed me into their family when D and my Mom married.  They adapted to the times although I’m sure having step grandchildren was not their original dream.  So I know M and E would always want the best for Whitney.

Life can be hard and we need all the family we can get.  We need love and acceptance.  We need forgiveness.  I forgive you for not being able to see that Whitney is a wonderful Daughter, Niece, Aunt, Granddaughter, Friend, Partner, and Woman.  I hope that after a time, you may be able to accept Whitney for who she is.  I don’t expect you to embrace her lifestyle, but just accept it.

Life is about change.  And growing.  And learning.  Once people thought it was okay to have slaves and now we realize that no human should ever be enslaved…once interracial marriages were illegal and now they make up a growing population in our country…once we believed divorce was a sin that God could never forgive and now divorce is accepted, but not saluted…once we thought only men could do many things and now we have women proving that we can do almost anything men can do…I truly believe that gays are made by God and therefore should be embraced and shown all our love.  I believe that in a few short years, most people will come around to that way of thinking.

So, I just want you to think about this. If you truly want to do anything and everything to help Whitney, your only Niece, then you will love her.  You will love her for who she is.  And she is gay.  God made her that way and God is loving and good and kind and perfect.  And so is Whitney.  My heart is breaking because Whitney’s heart is breaking.

None of Whitney being gay is your fault.  No human caused this.  Whitney was born an innocent child of God and he loves her for who she is, exactly as she is.  I believe 100% in my heart that if Jesus was on earth today, he would be accepting of all God’s children.

Please take some time to pray and read the bible and talk to your pastor about this.  You should not be embarrassed about this.  Homosexuality is found in the best of families.  And in the best of churches.  And in the best of countries.  Whitney is still Whitney.  And I am so proud to call her my sister.  You should be just as proud to call her your wonderful Niece.

With loving thoughts,

Stacey

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Nashy Says, “Everybody Chill; It’s Thanksgiving AND Grandma’s Birthday!”

IMG_1158Since Rea flew to Mississippi to be with her family over Thanksgiving this year, and we couldn’t afford two plane tickets (one ticket was $1,000!!) I decided to pack up our pet family and stay with my Mom for a few days in Mount Vernon, WA.  Our pet family consists of Nash, a 9 year old yellow lab, and Lucy, a flame point Ragdoll kitten.

Nash LOVES road trips!  All I have to say is, “Wanna go visit Grandma?!” and he starts to dance and wiggle and make a total fool of himself over the whole thing.  Lucy on the other hand; she equates getting loaded up into her pet carrier with going to the veterinarian to get a thermometer stuck up her rear end, so she was not exactly sharing in Nash’s enthusiasm for the upcoming event.  However, once I let her out of her pet carrier prison, and she was allowed to roam freely about the cabin for the duration of the road trip, her little kitten heart began to fill with joy.  She even sat on my lap, purred, and gazed at me with so much kitten love I could hardly even take it.

I stopped to go through a Starbucks drive-thru in Smokey Point, WA, and Lucy was still sitting on my lap.  The Starbucks barista was incredibly impressed by Lucy, and Lucy even offered her a couple of silent, seductive kitten meows to seal the deal.  The barista of course asked if she could pet Lucy, and that’s when Lucy set her Kitten Trap.  Lucy lures you in all seductively, and then as soon as you go in to pet her softest little tummy, she hooks her claws in and goes for the DEATH GRIP!  To prevent any injuries from occurring, I held Lucy’s paws while the barista gave her a quick pat and she wished us away with a “Happy Thanksgiving!”

So far, so good…

Not like when I took Nash to my Cousin Eric and John’s outdoor wedding last summer…

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When we arrived at Mom’s I put Lucy, along with her food, water and litter-box, in my bedroom and closed the door so that she could become acclimated with the house, while Nash went crazy sniffing around the yard and peeing on every single tree and shrubbery on her property.  Lucy was content to explore the bedroom for about an hour or so before she began to scream her fool head off as though she were dying a slow and painful death in the pits of Hell or something.  Lucy can be quite dramatic.  I went into the room and gave her a talking to.  I explained to her that Grandma had other animals that weren’t going to be very happy about there being a little kitten in the house, so she’d better be respectful to them and not be too obnoxious, etc, etc, and that I would let her out to roam around the house as long as she promised to be sweet.

She looked at me with her sweetest little face, and gave me her silent meow in response.  How could I resist that?  I picked her up and she turned on her little motor-boat and rubbed her face against mine.  She is seriously the softest kitten in the entire world and she uses that to her advantage every second of every day.  I left the bedroom door open when I left, so that Lucy could feel free to roam Grandma’s house as she felt fit to.

It did not take long for Lucy to meet the Matriarch of the house, Baby Ruth, as Baby had been casing the halls since we’d arrived.  Baby Ruth had actually been my cat originally.  I had chosen her as a kitten from the litter because she was so adorable with her crossed eyes and little buck teeth, but when I moved away to Idaho for college, I was not able to take her with me.  Baby Ruth is an old lady now, and those cross-eyes and buck teeth that had once been so endearing are now just super funny-looking, and she has a face that only a Mother could love.  She also does not meow like a “normal” cat, but she chirps like a bird; Baby Ruth would technically be classified as a “special needs” cat, but we prefer not to use labels.

The meeting between Baby Ruth and Lucy went something like this:

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“HI!  I’m LUCY! 

WANNA PLAY AND CLEAN EACH OTHERS’ EARS AND BE BEST CAT FRIENDS?!?!”download“HISSSSSSSSSSSSSS-SPITTTTTT-HISSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

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download“HISSSSSSSSSS!  SPIT!  GROWLLLLL!  HISSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

download-1“I’m a little confused here…Are you hissing at me?”

download“HISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!”

download-1“I hate to tell you this, but it kind of looks like you’re hissing at yourself…?”

download“HISSSSSSSS!! GROWL!  SPITTTT!  HISSSSSSSSS!!!”

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“Just out of curiosity…

Has anyone ever told you that you come across as a little bit on the intense side?”

download“GROWL!  HISS!  HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!”

download-1“Okay, okay, I get it.  But you’re missing out on the best kitten friend in the whole wide world. 

Just so you know.”

download“GROWL!  HISSSSSSS!!”  SMACK!

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“Well gee-whiz you didn’t have to go and smack me!  I was just saying hi! 

The least you could’ve done is give me a warning hiss first, gosh! 

For the record…If you keep on making ugly faces like that then one of these days your face is gonna

FREEZE THAT WAY!”

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So clearly the first meeting didn’t go very well, nor did any of the meetings thereafter, since Baby Ruth wanted to make it consistently clear to Lucy that she was an UNWELCOME GUEST in HER house.  Lucy did not let it get her down at all; she actually seemed to find the whole thing to be rather hilarious.  Lucy’s new obsession became a game of “how close can I get to Baby Ruth before she will know I am behind her and hiss at me with her cross eyes”?  As soon as Baby Ruth started to hiss at her, Lucy would take off running like a rocket and zoom a few laps around the entire house.

At one point, Baby Ruth was sitting on Mom’s lap and Lucy was on the floor, pondering what it might be like to be able to climb up onto Grandma’s lap and join the Grandma/Baby Ruth cuddle session.  Of course once Baby Ruth noticed Lucy’s cute little kitten face she was filled with rage and gave her the biggest cross-eyed, buck-toothed hiss she could muster.  Mom gave Baby Ruth a stern talking to:  “Baby!  You be sweet to that little kitten!”  That turned out to be a mistake on Mom’s part.

Baby Ruth froze in mid-hiss, and turned her head toward Mom in slow motion and made eye contact with her as if to say, “You’d better choose right now MOTHER.  It’s ME or that KITTEN!”  

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Mom turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes and said, “Did you see that look that Baby just gave me?  There was PURE HATE in her cross-eyes!” 

This happened on Thanksgiving morning, and Mom’s birthday had actually fallen on Thanksgiving Day this year, so during one of my many trips to the grocery store buying last minute baking items for Mom’s pies and homemade dinner rolls, in an attempt to be the sweet daughter that I am, I had purchased a cute little poinsettia that was potted in a planter that resembled a bright-red Christmas bulb.  Apparently Lucy had had enough with the hissing and the cross eyes, because she hopped right up onto the table with the cute little birthday poinsettia and gave it one subtle little smack.  Just enough for it to topple over onto the floor, and for the Christmas bulb to break in two.

Mom:  “Oh no!  My poinsettia!”

Me:  “I’m sorry that my kitten is throwing a tantrum, Mom.  We can probably glue it back together.  The flower itself still looks to be in good shape.”

Mom’s little wiener dog, Spencer, had had enough of the drama at that point.  He started barking like a maniac and jumped off of Mom’s lap, which scared the bejeezus out of Baby Ruth.  Spencer was about to take chase on poor little Lucy before Nash stepped in with a giant, WOOF!”

download-2Nashy says, “Everybody chill; it’s Thanksgiving AND Grandma Margaret’s Birthday!  Let’s go outside and poop and pee wherever we want! 

(Preferably at a gay wedding, and ESPECIALLY during the vows…)”

Nash’s Diary – November 6, 2013

IMG_0505Today was just like any other day; Momma Rea woke up and fed me, let me outside to do my business, and then put me back to bed with Mom and Kitten before she headed off to work.  Mom got to sleep in today since it was her day off, so we just settled in for a lazy morning.

As usual, Kitten was driving me completely crazy.  She just can’t seem to leave my tail alone.  She thinks it’s her own personal play-thing, and I’ve HAD IT!  The next time that white, furry, little, purring little PSYCHOPATH so much as puts a NIBBLE on my tail, I’m going flatulate the fires of HELL onto her precious little kitten face until she cries out for meow-ercy.

Wait…I think I just saw Mom move a little bit.  Her arm.  She’s stretching!  Okay, now if she reaches out for her rectangle-machine-ringy-thingy and starts staring at it for hours, then it’s time to get up.  Time to get up.  Did you hear me world?  It’s TIME TO GET UP!!!!!!

Awww shizzle.  Mom rolled over and farted.

We’re in for another hour at least.

F#*% YOU KITTEN and your CUTENESS!!!

(An hour later)

Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m proud to announce that we’re up and on the move!  We’ve made it as far as the living room.  But I will give Mom credit for having changed into the coat that she wears when she leaves the pack (aka; got dressed).  As usual, I was banished to my little, tiny square area on the floor, while Kitten aka; Her Royal Cuteness was allowed to go anywhere she f*#%ing pleased.  She was allowed to do her business in the house, curl up around Mom’s neck, sit on Momma’s lap.   She can even drool freely and do silent, smelly farts without being mocked for it!  And as if my life wasn’t unjust enough…

KITTEN!  Stop playing with my Jungle toys DAMN YOU!  That is MY Rhino!  You wouldn’t believe what that kitten just did.  She just bit my Rhino in the arse as hard as she could, and she looked me right square in the eye while she did it.  She was MOCKING ME!  Well F#*% you KITTEN and your CUTENESS!!!

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I just woke up from a nap, and was shocked to find Mom wandering around, looking rather ambitious.  I wonder what this is all about…?  Omg, omg, omg, OMG!  Did she just say what I think she just said?  No.  It can’t be.  It is.  Be still my heart.  Mom is holding a leash.  I cannot contain myself any longer.  A WALLLLLLLKKKKKKKKK!!!  WALK, WALK, WALK, WALK, WALLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKK!

Oh Lord, I think I just pooped my pants.  Oh god, please don’t let me poop my pants right now or Mom won’t take me on a walk anymore, and that would just completely break my heart Lord, seriously.  No pee either.  Lord please help me hold the pee in until I get outside okay?  I promise I’ll be good from now on.  I promise.  Oh god, I feel some almost coming out.  Of both ends.  Oh jesus, please help me…Oh lord…

MADE IT!

Mom:  “Holy crap Nash, you were just outside an hour ago.  Are we feeding you too much or something?  Jeesh!  I’ve never seen a dog poop so much!”

Gosh Mom, you’re like so judgmental.  And it’s not like you’re one to talk!  I’ve seen you running to the john with your pants around your knees many a time, and have I told anyone about it?  No.  It’s between you and me.  But guess what?  You tell everybody about how much I poop, and about that one time when I had the stomach flu and I spray painted the bedroom furniture, or that other time when you put that other dog in a kennel next to me and that other dog got explosive diarrhea and shat all over me.  You thought that was so funny.  And you know what Mom?  That hurts.  How would you have liked to be shat on like that?  How would you like to be shivering in a dog kennel, covered in another dog’s shat?  And have your Mom laugh at you??  Oh forget it, let’s let bygones be bygones.  We’re going for a WALK!!!

Oh my goodness Mom, can you smell all of these glorious smells?  It’s like there’s been a million, trillion, zillion, quadrillion dogs and animals peeing out here all over these trees and bushes.  Maybe even Bigfoot!  I believe in Bigfoot, Mom.  I totally do.  I’ve smelled some urine that is so strong that there’s just no other explanation for it.  It has to be Sasquatch urine.  You know?  Bigfoot.  Omg it all just SMELLS SO GOOD!

The only thing that makes it better is adding my pee to it.  There’s just no way to even describe to you, Mom, the way it feels to lift my hind leg in the air and let my urine just flow, you know what I mean?  There’s nothing better.

Trot, Trot, Trot…

Sniff, Sniff, Sniff…

Pee, Pee, Pee…

All of a sudden Mom pulled the leash so hard all of a sudden I thought that my eyeballs might bulge out from whiplash.  It was really rather hostile if you ask me.

She hollered:  “NASH!  STOP PULLING ON THE LEASH!!”

Is it just me, or was that just completely and totally hypocritical?  Pop out my eyeballs and break my neck, just to yell at ME for pulling?  What is this world coming to?  Animals just have no rights at all, I tell you what?!

Mom:  “NASH if you don’t stop pulling we’re going to go back home!  You’re BETTER than this!  Stop PULLING on your MOMMA!”

Oh god, now she’s just trying to shame me.  This always works.  Even though I know better, I always fall for it.  I have a bleeding heart, what can I say?  Alright Mom, sorry.  I’ll try not to be such a terrible, horrible dog who is ONLY just TRYING to be happy and enjoy life for ONCE!  I’ll go back to being the sad, miserable, depressed middle-aged bastard who just lies around waiting to die.  As you wish.  As YOU wish…

Two can play at this game!  HA HA!

Amidst all of the excitement and stimulation, I was getting to get a bit of low blood sugar.  Hopefully Mom remembered to bring treats, because it seemed to me that we were getting pretty far from home.  Oh good, Mom’s slowing down so it looks like we’re going to take a break.  Next to a store no less, so treats look to be on the way.  Very Promising indeed.  Yep-yep-yep.  Looks to be a good day today, yes sirree.

Umm wait a minute, I’m not going to jump to conclusions, but it seems like Mom may be tying me to some kind of metal thing.  Why would she do that?  I can’t remember this ever being part of the plan before?  She hasn’t watched that show “Dexter” in a while, has she?  Oh dear god!  Not Dexter!  She seems like she’s in a good mood though, so I don’t think she wants to stab me in the heart or anything like that.  She’s talking to me nicely too, so that’s always a good sign.  She’s just called me “good dog” for no apparent reason, so either she really, really loves me or…

Oh god.  There she goes.  She’s backing away slowly.  She’s walking away.  Oh no…

She’s telling ME to stay while SHE’S walking away.

This doesn’t look good.

She’s a runner.

After 9 years she’s abandoning me.

This.  Can’t.  Be.  Happening.

At a QFC?  Really Mom?  A QFC?

You couldn’t have picked someplace a little more homey like, say, Martha Stewart Living or something like that?  You could have at least brushed me first!  I must look a mess.  Who’s going to adopt me now?  I’m old.  Unkempt.  Mildly overweight.  Socially awkward.  Oh god Mom, WHYYYYYY?  WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!

Wait, someone’s coming.  Maybe it’s her.  Maybe it’s Mom, coming back to me.  Why won’t my neck stretch any higher?  God, my neck isn’t tall enough?  Could be Mom, no, it looks more like a man, but Mom has short hair, no, that’s definitely a man.  Wait, it could be mom.  Taller but, almost short enough, but just too far away to tell…no, no, it’s not her.  I see a beard.  Well shiznit.  All this waiting around for Mom is just wearing me out!  I’m just gonna lie down here on the sidewalk and take a little snooze.

5 minutes Later…

I heard a noise!  Oh gosh it’s been hours and hours and hours at least!  I’m dying here by the grocery store!  I’m starving!  I’m parched!  I feel like the Good Samaritan.  I mean, what if I were Jesus, you people?  What if I were JESUS!  People keep walking by, but they’re not helping me, and they’re definitely NOT my MOM!

Wait.  I see a new group starting to walk over the hill.  I’m craning my neck to see.  I see two people, with a little one being carried on top.  Boy, that really looks like fun!  None of them are Mom.  But wait!  I might see Mom behind them, in the middle; behind them.

I arose and my body tensed in alert.  I couldn’t even help it, because just to see Mom’s face, even after her abandoning me all of these hours all alone, tied up around a piece of metal at the QFC parking lot, forgetting all about me; I just love that woman with all of my heart and soul and my whole, entire, 9 year old dog body broke out in a smile.  My tail was wagging, my head was shaking, my feet were dancing.  It was revival breaking out all up in the grocery store parking lot!

The cute little family who were walking in front of my Mom thought that my Welcome Home Mom Dance was all for them and they were all giggling and trying to get out their rectangle-machine-ringy-thingies to take a video of my antics.  Once they realized that my Mom was walking right behind them then they all really had a laugh.  Some other people who were standing near the scene were laughing also.

Mom came running and gave me a hug, because she was overcome with my cuteness.  Human folks broke out in applause.

I’m not kidding.

What can I say?

I mean, other than…

F#*% YOU KITTEN and your CUTENESS!!!

You didn’t even get to go for the most awesome walk ever with Mom, so THERE!

The Lit Match.

Me:   “It’s weird cuz I’ve gotten so many compliments on my hair lately from complete strangers.”

Rose:  “Really?”

Me:  “Yeah, why do you have to act so surprised?”

Rose:  “No…I mean it IS really cool. Your hair…it kind of looks like fire. Come to think of it…you actually really resemble a LIT MATCH!

Me:  “Um…Rose?”

Rose appeared frightened when she replied, “Yes?”

Me:   “How long have we been friends now?”

Rose:  “Oh gosh, I don’t know, like 20-something years?”

Me:  “And have you always talked to me this way?”

Rose:  “Um…no probably not.  I was too scared.”

Me:  “It is amazing that you are still alive right now after your ‘lit match’ comment, you know?”

Rose:  “I know.  I’m sort of thinking about running away right now.”

Me:  “That’s probably a good idea.”