Manic Mutt-Days, NaBloPoMo 2012

Oh, where, oh, where…

Has that little dog gone?

5 special dogs in my lifetime:

Missy, Hoover, Heidi, Lady, Susie (all dogs that have gone to heaven)

She was my first pet and my first dog.  When I went with my Mom and Dad to get her, I knew right away she was the one.  She ran over to me like she knew she was going home with us.  The runt of the litter, but never shy.

She was funny and always knew exactly what you were saying to her.  She was the reason we had to spell things like “go” and “ride”.  I’ve never met a smarter dog.

She licked my face when I cried because my parents were fighting.  She sat with me on the couch curled up in my special blanket and kept me company when I was alone.  I used to draw pictures of her while she was sleeping.

She ran off when I was 12 not long after my parents got divorced.  Another blow at a horrible time.  I miss her still.

Love you, Missy.  Thanks for all the memories.

Mama’s Losin’ It

This post is linked up over at Mama Kat’s.  This week’s prompt?

List the names of five dogs from your lifetime.  Write about why one sparks a stronger memory to you than the others. (inspired by Writing Fix).

Go and give some love to the other writers.  Go Now.  You. No. Stay. Here.  You eat WHOLE buffet (that was also my dog Missy.  She would eat anything you gave her.  I mean, ANYTHING.).

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Newest Accolade

Planning for Game Warp has left little time for blogging over the last few weeks.

BOO!

HISS!

However, I did manage to snag one accolade this week.

I have officially been dubbed “the worst dog Mom in the world”.

The other night I was 85% asleep when Mr. came in and lay down in bed.

Mr – Is the dog inside?

Me – Yes, he’s under the bed.  See – snort, snort.

Mr – Are you sure?  I don’t hear him.

Me – ZZzzzz…..

Morning dawned and I made my slow, slumbering way into the living area.  The house seemed abnormally quiet.  I called the dog with no answer.  I then opened the front door to see a cream ball of fur rocket its way into the house.

In tribute to this event Mr. has made up this wonderful song:

There’s a chew-chew on the lawn

What’s he doing on the lawn?

Please don’t steal or run ov’r him

He’s just been forgotten

BTW, Mr. has been playing WAY too much Plants vs. Zombies.

And, I know they were channeling Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop when creating that song.  It gets completely stuck in my head.