Sometimes it seems as though the rain will never stop. All of the seeds that were once planted seemed to have been planted on stoney ground and thwarted, leaving little hope for the future.
And then, out of nowhere,
the sun ~ and a sigh of relief
And peace in knowing that all of your
labor was not in vain.
Restless nights find me sleeping under the bed and sometimes behind the chair in the living room. I start out in the middle of the bed of course ~ I don't want Mom and Dad to think any thing's wrong or that I don't love them anymore. I know how much they
Mom says I'm going to get groomed on Thursday. I could've swore she groomed me a few nights ago after I'd just jumped up into bed - when she showed up with scissors and started snipping and chopping at my face muttering little smart remarks like 'gracie, you're such a mutt' and 'this puke in your beard is gross'. You'd think she'd just be glad I'm alive considering the fact that I was