Day 611: Gettin Over Our Bad Selves

It hard on a boy when he Mom feel so very much unappreciated, disposable and not just unloved but also scorned. It is... and it is not fair.

Me and the Bleu make the Mom's world absolutely worf the while, and our love in betwixt us overcome one fousand fold ever bad fing any body else can interject... but it still real sad fing when people choose to hurt her, choose ego over sentiment, choose quantity over quality, choose notch in belt over humility.

And then they just choose emotional detachment on a counta it just way easier that way.

That clearly ALL hurt the Mom big time, but here is the me... showin her, please let the wind flow frew your hairs, and just let it go!

"LET... IT... GO...!!!"

To the Mom: "What you see and feel here... right now... is the only fing what matter! And that is the me and the Bleu... We love you and we share our life wif the you!!!"

And tho it may still be winter... and tho all our tropical plants are dead to world, there are lillies to be rejoiced!

And sniffed!

And then there are also the leftover pecans what were frown down by the squirrels...  And well, you know how I hate for nuts to go to waste!

So I gotta follow the pecan trail all round the tree!

That is... until the Mom shake "The Berry Treat Bag"!!! And then, suddenly... I can't wait to go inside!!!

[Gosh, I'm cute!]

Day 358: One Year Ago Today

Questions About Luke and Doug‏
From: The Mom
Sent:Thu 6/12/08 8:34 PM
To: goldens@grrh.org

(Future Aunt) Karen contacted me last week to tell me that my application had
been approved, but I don’t have personal contact information for her, except through this general email address.

I have questions I would like to ask about Doug and Luke. Having recently
lost my 9 year old golden, I’m still grieving… and making a decision is
neither quick nor easy for me. I had fallen in love with a couple of the
dogs on the site last week, and by the time I applied… they were gone!
Forgive me if I need to ease into this, and thank you for your time!

This is my work email address but you may also reply to my home email. I may also
be reached after 5pm today at my home and cell numbers...

Thank you so much for your help… and for all the wonderful work you’re
doing!

The Mom

Day 205: Tricity Problems, Day 5

We still got em, so we have nother trician come out and do work but he say it still a problem wif Mr. Point so here we are... waitin again... wif hope for change a dwindlin.

Day 161: My First Thanksgivin Holiday (But Ever Day Thanksgivin To Me)

Livin with the Mom means bein big part of ever day and she make me feel real special on holiday like this what she call Luke's First Thanksgivin.

Had some time today to flect bout life. Don't think of myself one bit as 'rescue'. Luke strong minded and willed. Luke outwit Chapter One and make break for bigger better things of his hopes and dreams. Got way-layed long way but hitch ride with Uncle Tom to Promise Land which is here and now.

But thing bout bein where I been and for so long fore now is had lotta time to think bout where wanna be and dream who wanna be and all perks and luxuries wanna waller in...

So when me and the Mom sat round tv tray tonight and list things we thankful for, she go first and she say me. She say other good stuff but this my blog not hers, so here some stuff I say in no ticular but somewhat chronological order (so the Mom don't get fended!):

1. The Mom. (Noone call Luke fool. Know gotta say the Mom first!).
2. The Uncle Tom. (For the lift, man talk, strong support, miracle waters and ok... baffs).
3. Pet Paradise. (Wasn't there long and don't take this the wrong way but thank dog cause Luke was on BIG move to nother kinda paradise... but Michael and folks was real good to me and I grateful).
4. The Aunt Melinda and Uncle Jason. (For takin me in and treatin me just right. Kinda thought your place was place of dream but name of Aunt and Uncle confuse me as knew I was lookin for the Mom).
5. The Aunt Karen. (For not lettin jaw hit ground loudly when the Mom say she want young pup only no ceptions but askin can meet Luke cause maybe he the one, for couragin and calmin the Mom, for idea of Kongy and for laughter).
6. The Aunt Madison. (For bein first and always voice of compassion when Luke have bad day, whether thunderstorm, surgery or evil disease, for good brushin and sweetness, and for carin bout the Mom like care bout me!).
7. GRRH. (For lookin for and findin me, for good cookies, fun things to do... and for helpin fulfill dreams of other kids like me).
8. Love. Gluttonous and never endin. Don't have to give it to get it. It just slathered on you.
9. Option of Side of Door. Most specially good to be never left on out side of door. Grateful to be left inside of door only when by Luke choosin or for own good... and still tryin to learn when that own good thing is, but gettin better at gagin length of good nap while the Mom at factory, et al.
10. Companionship. Ever been lonely then find someone super comfortable to hang hat wif like best friend? That's how I feel. Shrink might say unhealthy when best friend is also the Mom, but Shrink never been where I been. Nice to have the Mom who prefer Luke's company to all others, the Mom who drag feet when leavin and haul patooty home.
11. Security. Took while but now gettin hang of it. The Mom leave but she come back... mostly shortly, when longly only cause she have to pay for roof. She do things outta love and Luke learnin to cept that.
12. Walks. Wish could call em runs but the Mom's slow. Love all the same.
13. Yard. Yeah, most always had one but this one different cause don't have to live there. Like it most cause it optional.
14. Beds. Big Bed where I called all time, get head rubbed, can bring toys and can stay on Luke terms. Little Beds in and out of draft. Even fluffy bed I won't step nor lie nor sleep on not matter where located. Don't hold ticular grudge but might have somewhat hard head. Just sayin. But Luke livin large.
15. Treats. Good and regular. Sometime gotta sit and shake sometime not. Favorite is GRRH cookie chaser but also love molasses madnesses.
16. Trolley Rides. Love most all of em but much prefer go and come back wif the Mom not drop off cause only one been that way. Hated it, frew up on the Mom after she pick me up, don't wanna do it again.
17. Health. Thing bout health is you got it less you check into it. But then, you only got it if you check into it, find out you don't got it and fix it. Called "pair o ducks"... not sure why but all things considered rather have just the one duck.
18. Baffs... yeah, even!
19. Toys. Stuff that all mine and they come regular. Dance for em, dance wif em. Tear tags off em. Suck on em. Carry em round, sometime two at time. And put em to bed. Got my own basket and got my own toys. Luke live large. Just sayin.
20. Bedtime Stories. Luke never get too old for one... or two or free or more. Comfortin knowin Luke come to side of bed and get story. Get rub. Get vitation to big bed. Get re-surin. Get love. Sometime wake up, think maybe new life is just dream... good to have light sleepin Mom to always rub head, say love you and tell bedtime story.

Just sayin. Luke and the Mom lucky. Luke and the Mom grateful. Luke and the Mom got each other!

Happy Thanksgivin All My Peoples! Hope your life mean as much to you as mine does to me!

Day One: Sleep Over

The rumble stopped and I emerged from the bunker.

I made quick work of some dinners and tentatively agreed to go back to the out of doors.

I say 'tentatively' because I made sure this 'Mama' person sat down in a patio chair and left the door open... before venturing over the threshold. I did quick business, keeping one eye on her and the other on the door.

Back on the inside, the old gal plunked down on the floor with me. I was a bit reluctant to be close, and it seemed to bother her, but she respected it. It didn't stop her, however, from waxing a poetic bedtime story of the hopes, dreams and promises of her heart.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I had three thoughts... first, her hopes might just exceed mine. Second, there's something about her... that I can't quite put my paw on.

And last... in promise, there is hope. (I'll expound on that if I ever get back to Aunt Melinda's).