God and Dog

 The reason I chose to write an allegorical fiction Christian book (THE HOUSE) is this:

I know God.  I love God.  But I do not understand this love that I have for my dog.  After all, she's just a dog, right?  I prayed, God - what is the significance of this animal that has stolen my heart so completely? Why do I live my life loving her so and depending on her love to enhance each of my days?  She's just a dog!  

That's when God gave me THE HOUSE.   

Before, I hadn't a clue about how my love for my beast tied in with Biblical scripture, and God's love for me. 

If you love God and you love pets, you'll love THE HOUSE.

"She can't live without me....  BOL"

The Wild Life of 2020 Episode 2

 Okay, it's wildlife.  Close though, eh? 

There was the oddest of critters just...  showing up inside our fenced in yard....  and onto our back patio.  We gave him/her water and lodged him/her for the night with a plan of relocating him/her the next day to somewhere he/she would likely live a more duck-like (or whatever) life.  But, in the morning, it was gone.  

"Here ducky, ducky, ducky..."

Nowhere to be found.

2020 was a year of drinking in the beauty of God's creatures.

And then, another sudden guest...  just showing up with a MEOW< MEOW  ...  we fed her tuna, gave her lodging for the night, then took her to the animal shelter the following day.

A week later, I took my daughter and granddaughters down to rescue her.  Mandy Baxter is now home and happy.

  

And then, the wild life we keep inside our home.  And yes, wild life is the correct wording.

Quick to express her thoughts on 2020

The Wild Life of 2020 EPISODE 1

Did I say wild life?  What I meant was wildlife.  

 

The Day I Ran

My neighbor is missing.  He ran away from home a little over a month ago.  His name is Ollie and everyone is looking for him.  I mean, everyone!!  Even mom - she always says when we are outside. "Keep an eye out for Ollie."  An eye out?  She wants me to take my eye out?  How will that help?

My pack is strange.

Anyhoo...  If you happen to see this guy call the number there and for cryin' out loud don't chase the poor guy!  He's scared enough as it is.

I remember the day I ran away from home.  It was a warm spring day (BF) (BEFORE FENCE) and mom had me tied to the clothesline out back.  I decided to play Houdini and I magically became separated from my restraints and voila!! I was free at last!

I ran like the wind!!!~!  Soon I heard the frantic voice of mom calling my name!  "Gracie!  Gracie!!!!"  I could tell she was losing it.  (she does that a lot, ya know..  BOL!)  Finally, she spied me laying by the front door.

"Where have you been?  Why did you run?  How did you get loose? !!!!"  Interrogation began.  Seriously, mom.  Do you really think I'd run out in front of traffic like you insinuated I might would do?  Psssshhh  

So that's my story.  Of the day I ran...   all the way around the house.

Good, Bad, and Ugly by Gracie Phillip

The Good:

She feeds me.  She takes me for walks often every day whenever the spirit moves her. She moves over - way over... on to the the edge of the bed so there is plenty of room for me. She puts up with night sweats so's not to disturb me by moving me from her face. She gets up in the middle of the night when she hears me whine and picks me up and puts me back in bed (after I've jumped down to sleep under the bed for a while) (for some reason I have some trouble jumping back up into bed).  She plays Chase Wally, and Get the Squeaky Toy with me.

She lets the cookie carriers give me cookies and sometimes she gives me cookies too.  She scratches me where it itches and where I can't reach.  She cleans my butt when I have a poop that sticks there. Wait.  That should go under ugly, right?  She hugs me too much a lot more than I am comfortable with deserve.

The Bad:

She puts me in a tub of soapy water to make me clean and tries to glamorize it by calling it a bath.  She pulls me away from good smells on our walks.  She doesn't feed me nearly enough.  She withholds treats because she's cheap she says I'm getting stout and it's not good for my health.  She complains if I hog the bed.  She whines about me being distant and says she's worried about me when I sleep underneath the bed.

The Ugly:

She has this habit of putting stuff in my ears because she likes to torture me she says my ears are infectious and so I hide really good but she finds me and pulls me out from under the bed.  And then, after the whole cruel and abusive ordeal she begs me to come on up into bed with her and dad.  But I sit, outside the bedroom, and wait for her to get into bed and start reading her book.  Then, and only then do I know I can trust that she will not touch my ears again. #MyEarsAreOffLimits #DontTouchMyEarsEver #MyMomIsAbusiveSometimes 

Did I forget to wish you a happy mother's day?
Yea well.  Maybe next year.

DOGS n KITTEH'S LISTEN UP

I am mistreated, neglected, ignored and nagged at.  Are you? Do you have some probs with your peeps and you'd like to get some pointers on how to handle the situation>?  

Email me:  graciephillip@yahoo.com

You just may be featured on my very own advice column/blog here

Together, we can make a difference and take back our role as leader of the pack!

Or something like that.  

Circus Day

Sunday was Circus Day.  

Rissie got her very first face painting...

And I endured...  even though I'm not a big circus fan anymore.

There were very few animal acts this time.  Most were people acts, which is fine with me.  People choose to be a part of the circus.  Animals don't.  

There was something on television one time about animals being treated cruelly to make them cooperate in circus acts.  Are they, always?  Or was that an isolated case?  Regardless... to me they seem unhappy to be here.

So, while I enjoyed the special time with the daughter and the granddaughter...

In my heart I was freeing the elephants...