Day 191: Boom Boom Boom

Ok... this bad. Weather turn from blowin in to... in. It thunder not so loud but it thunder still. I pant and pace and nudge the Mom and pant and pace some more, all while the Bleu just lay on rug.

I try best to warn him and the Mom it gonna be bad I know it. But they just small minded don't see big picture and finally I give up and lie down. Well... what know but Big Bleu get up turn round and lay wif head by mine.

Poor Bleu... he got no idea bout perilous warning I try to give him and he seem blivious to sound boom boom boom...

So I lie still wif him ready to protect him from act of God... or else hop cross him to bunker as circumstance might warrant!

Day 35: Rumblings

It rumbled this morning.

I hopped on the bed and laid really still.

I was alone all day and did Dog knows what...

It rumbled at 5pm.

I got up, looked at Mom, and laid back down on the floor.

It rumbled at 53opm while I was outside sprinkling the yard.

I returned to the patio and stood by Mom.

I was not frantic in the least.

And I haven't had a pill pocket (1.5 mg Ace) since 5am!

I like to think I'm a brave boy!

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Made lots of memories lately,scratched em out on paper...
and I'm itching to get them online!
In the next couple of weeks, I'll be blogging in both real time and filling in the blanks.
If it's confusing for you, imagine how I've felt this last eleven months!
Come back soon! Tread through ALL the posts!
It will be worth the wade!

Day Five: Counting Up Blessings

Lots of folks been calling and checking on me today. And I don't know why Mom never paws me the phone...

I know they're brainstorming my tribulations, but I like hearing Mom laughing when she talks to Aunt Karen. Two cards, they are. The proverbial pees.

Aunt Dav and Aunt Nelda have been good spirit keeper-uppers, too. Ever time the phone rings, I place a little bet with myself that it's one of them.

And tonight, just as I came in from 'last call'.. Mom announced that Aunt Madison had left me a message. She called her back, while I paced back and forth... willing her to put me on the phone. I'm not long on the spoken word, but I would have liked to utter a 'wuh wuh' to my sweet Aunt... and I think Uncle Tom would have appreciated a burp of contentment!

And as I lay down to slumber, I can't help but smile.

All of these people are committed to helping me be the brave boy they think I am.

And just maybe they're right. I only hope I can be as brave as I am lucky... lucky to have a gaggle of peoples who love and support me!

Day Five: Digging Deep

"Be grateful for luck.

Pay the thunder no mind - listen for birds.

And don't hate nobody."

Eubie Blake

American Pianist and Composerof ragtime music and show tunes.

1883-1983

Sometimes the storms are so long and so loud that you have to dig deep (through the floor if necessary) to find your solace.

After all, how lucky I am... to have this Mama rush home to me at 1030am, so that I don't have to weather a storm alone... and then take me for a long walk in the storm cooled afternoon!

I'm definitely grateful for my luck today!