More About Me

More About Me

Recently, my good friend Michelle (@GrrlySquirrel75 on Twitter)  tagged me in a post on her blog in an order to learn more about the sweetness that is me. So, because I dig her, I will tell you a bit more about myself (and maybe you’ll return the favor and tell me more about yourself in the ‘comments’ section): Describe yourself in seven words: Smexy, loving, caring, silly, self-deprecating, hungry, and fun! What keeps you up at night? Other than my siblings, not much. But sometimes they, my fuzzy siblings I mean, are just plain crazy.  In and out the doggy door…bark bark bark at the moon….jumping on and off the bed. Dang em! But, other than that… not much keeps me up. Except when dadz comes home late from work and he has some tacos from the food truck! Who would you like to be?  Me! I mean, come on – look at me, I’m fabulously fuzzy and well…. oh, you mean other than me? Well, my momma thinks I’m a reincarnated Buddha! What are you wearing right now? Nothing, I’m a commando-style sort of dresser! But, sometimes I wear little sweaters, and other fun, dress-up, stuff.  You can see more of my dress style here. What scares you? Not much, I’m a pretty relaxed little doggy. But sometimes I’ve gotten scared by my own toots (can you believe that!!). The best and worst of blogging: Oh, I love blogging! The best – sharing life through my perspective. Dogs have a pretty good lens on life, so I like sharing things from my point of view.  The worst… probably...
Selflessness is a Squeaky Orange Mouse

Selflessness is a Squeaky Orange Mouse

I have a lot of toys and depending upon my mood I like to play with one, some, all, or none of them.  So, I like to keep them strewn throughout the house.  I have a wicker basket that momma picked out special for my toys.  “Mattie, lets pick up your toys,” says momma as she bends over and picks up all my toys.  As she picks each one up, turning to toss them in to my toy basket, she will occasionally stop and stare at me.  I almost sense she is trying to tell me something…something to do with helping her. But, I like my toys throughout the house…I just never know when the mood will hit me to play with my squeaky duck, or my one armed bear, or the flat chewed up post man. So, I ignore her; and she mutters something as I walk by her and go lay down on the sofa. Recently, on a trip to go visit the children at the cancer hospital, and before we got in the car, I trotted over to my toy basket and grabbed my little squeaky orange mouse.  Squeak, squeak!  The squeaky mouse accompanied me on my rounds as I visited the children.  Mostly I dropped my squeaky mouse and the hospital staff end up being the care taker to my little toy while I wandered around with the kids.  Eventually I leave the squeaky orange mouse on the floor of the toy room. There’s this one little girl who also comes to the hospital on the same days I visit.  She reminds me of sunshine,...

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