Sleep is Precious!

7:30 already? I really don't want to get up. Please... 10 more minutes! 

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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...

I’ve been pondering something lately. I do that a lot as you know.

You can find everything under the sun for those of us of the canine persuasion: clothing and furniture stores, restaurants, hotels, beauty saloons, spas, cruises, weddings, birthday parties, dating services, and yoga classes just to name a few.

What about my soul? Hey, I don’t want to go to the bad place. You know, Doggy H---! I’ve been told by my friends that it exists. Mama & Papa tell me no it doesn’t, but I still wonder.

You see, I sometimes have this nasty feeling; some would say it is a sin. I have that green-eyed monster, jealousy, in my heart. I’m sorry I just can’t help it.

When someone, especially Mama & Papa say nice things to, or pet Cinna or Sir Buddy, I go nuts. I try to control myself, but nothing works. I know they love me more than either of them, and I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. By the way, Cinna has it too, but not Sir Buddy. He just jumps up and down, wags his tail and smiles; I‘m even jealous of that.

Mama told me that God made everything and loves all of his creations. Maybe we pets should have a church or synagogue to go to talk to God, or a priest, a preacher, or a rabbi; I like to cover all of bases you see.

What should I do?

Later, (I have to think about this some more),

Woodie


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Clothes do make the dog, don't you agree? At least I'm ready for winter. 

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Enough already, I told you I was tired. Ah..... 


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Help! Help!

You are not going to believe this!!

Papa and I went on some errands this morning; you know the usual, the Post Office, grocery store and the bank. At first everything went fine. Papa does his business very quickly.

We arrived at the bank and Papa went inside. It took him forever. I knew he had something important to do, but this was ridiculous.

All of a sudden police cars began to come there. Officers got out and ran into the bank.

I didn’t know what to do. I started barking but no one seemed to care.

“Where’s Papa? “ I barked, over and over again. “Where’s Papa? Is he ok?

I was becoming a nervous wreck. Then I saw some people coming out of the bank. An officer held the door as they walked out; but no Papa.

“What’s happening?” I barked even louder. “No. No. Papa!”

Another group of police cars drove up and people in blue jackets with some sort of tool boxes went into the bank.

“Where’s Papa?” I barked again. My throat was getting sore.

After another long time, I finally saw him at the door.

“He’s ok, great!” I moaned loudly.

The officer was writing down something; now what?

Then Papa came out of the door and came to the truck. I barked, “Papa! Papa!” He got in and I jumped into his lap and licked him on the face until my tongue was dry.

“It’s ok Woodie,” he told and held me tight. I was shaking so hard. “Someone tried to rob the bank, but it was so quiet I didn’t know until half way through that anything was happening. I just had to finish my business before I left. I’m sorry you had to sit here all alone.”

He hugged me and kissed me as I calmed down a little. He put on his seatbelt and I assumed my position in his arm and we came home.

I am still shaking a little.

Later,

Woodie


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