Lambie

Lambie, Lambie your my friend.

For today and till the end.

You squeak and whisper in my ear.

When I'm with you I have no fear.

Poor Me

I have successfully (with my moping and acting like I am depressed and do not want to live another day) laid huge guilt on Mom and Dad.  

It's big, I'm telling you.

How do I know it's big?  Because tonight, out of nowhere Dad said, "Let's go for a ride in the Buick."

We visited a orphanage pet store filled with pups behind glass.  Poor babies.  I cried in my heart.   If I wasn't such an old girl I would have brought the entire brood home with me.  They were cute and they thought I was their mama.  

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Then we stopped somewhere else.  Something called Pet Smart.  I didn't see that big black dog in that place as being a very smart pet when he challenged me to play a fight....  Mom pulled me away.   We went down another isle and I got to smell some fabulous smells.
And that's not all!

One more stop for some ice cream!

It was a wonderful day but now I am dog tired.  An awful lot of excitement for this old girl.

My Not-So-Wonderful Walk

The day started out drab and dreary.  But, alas!  Good things were about to happen!

He didn't actually say the magic 'walk' word.  But.  He opened the front door for me to go outside.

The front door is only opened for me when I am going for a walk.  I was one happy pup!

But wait!  

"Hey Dad!"  I said.  "Aren't you forgetting something?  What about my leash?  Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Something was different.  Very different.  There was bright, white, cold fluff trying to swallow me whole.  I was getting buried in it.  

"Open the door!"  I yelled to mom.

"I'm comin' in!"