Category: Whimsy


Poop Aplenty

A faint odor of poop assaulted my nose which wasn’t an unlikely event since my four animals are trained to use newspaper for their toilet needs. But all the trays, we have four of them located in various rooms, were clean. Upstairs, downstairs that scent followed me everywhere I went, but no poop could I find.

Failing my every attempt at location, I stepped outside to spring’s glorious sunshine and the decadent but delicious aroma of blooms. Mostly purple.

Our yard is a seeding place for the upper neighborhood and each year we are blessed with several new crops. I brought a friend over to a bunch of new posies and asked if she could identify. She said, “No, These are not columbine. I believe they are….” And now I can’t remember what she said.

Poop! I digress too much, me thinks and so why not look to the bottom of my dilemma? My shoes. Yes, at last the source is found. Now, how far has this amazing stuff been tracked?

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My Name Is Mollie

My name is Mollie. My mommy calls me Widdle and Mollie Doodle All The Day. I love my mommy most of all. She gives me yummy treats and chicken breast. She lets me lick her face. She rubs my tummy even when she’s typing and I’m behind her in her chair.

I love to run up the stairs and I run down too. My big brother and I race, but I usually win especially when he has his foot in a cast. He’s Sammy, Jr., named after our malti-poo daddy. He likes to steal my food when I hide it under my body. He’d rather steal it from me than eat it out of the dish. It’s our game.

I hate bath time and groom time. I can tell Mommy is nervous when she scissors around my eyes and nose. When Daddy helps her I can feel his fear and that makes me shiver. Sammy, Jr. hates the same things I do, I can tell. He hates going to the Vet too. He howls and whines the whole ten blocks. Mommy and Daddy say he’s a pussy. I don’t do that even though my tummy flops. I’m quiet as a mouse.

Button, the old lady Yorkie, barks in her sleep and I wonder what her dream is about. She lets me hump her backside when I feel foxy. She acts like she doesn’t even feel me there.

Sammy, Jr. and Fawn play together sometimes. They race back and forth up and down the hall. Fawn is twice the size of Sammy with big teeth and sharp nails. I don’t play with her ’cause she’s scary.

Well, I have to tee-tee so I’m out of here.