Super-Powers

Super-Powers

Momma often asks, “MattieDog why can’t you clean up the house while I’m at work?” I look at her. She looks at me. I continue to look at her, tilting my head. She looks at me and eventually she concedes, stooping to pick up the random sock that I’ve dragged out to the living room floor. Even if I could clean up the house, I sure wouldn’t elect to do so. Lets face it, if we were given a super power, cleaning up the house would be fairly low on the list of good versus evil. Super powers… What would you do if you had a super power? Some folks would fly. Some would become invisible. Fly or invisiblity, these two super powers are often the debate of divine super-poweredness. But, as crazy as momma is sometimes… she also rubs my tummy, smiling down at my face while she holds me tight and tells me, “You have changed my world.” I stare at her, curious and wondering, ‘What? What have I changed for you?’ All the while a little confused. Questioning what could I, a little dog, offer to this person, the woman with the opposable thumb who does whatever she wants.. how could I ‘change her life?’ She holds me tight, wipes away a tear of joy from her eye, leans closer and whispers in my ear, “you’ve made me a better person Mattie.” And I know, by the tone of her voice, and the softness of her touch, that this is miraculous for her. I am her miracle. I am her super-power. Much love,MattieDog Share Some...
Things Are Often Not What They Seem

Things Are Often Not What They Seem

 This week momma and I have been checking in on a neighbors house, getting the mail and watering the plants while they are on vacation. It was expected to be fairly routine: wake up, go for a walk and on the way home, stop at our neighbors house to take care of things. When our neighbor, Mary, and her husband Steve, went on vacation they said, “We get our milk delivered so please help yourself.” Momma was so excited, “MattieDog, we’re going to have some farm fresh milk!” So on the first day, as we rounded the corner on our morning walk, momma started getting all excited, “When we get home we’ll have some freshly made biscuits with honey and some of Mary’s milk!” But, when we got to our neighbors front door… no milk. “Oh well, we must have missed the delivery and Mary must have taken it inside before they left on vacation,” said my momma, in her some what disappointed voice. As soon as we got home and ate some honey biscuits, our milk mishap was forgotten. The next day we woke early, took our walk, trotted up to our neighbors yard and this time the farm fresh milk was spilled all over our neighbors front porch. I sat and watched as momma sprayed down the milk and cleaned up the broken milk bottle. “I wonder how the milk bottle would have gotten broken,” momma asked as she patted my head. Night passed, and a bright, sun shine filled day dawned. Momma and I took off for our walk and for the second time when...

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