How to Relax

We have a nightly ritual. Gretchen puts me on my back and rubs my belly. I fall asleep and sigh heavily. My back legs relax and my front legs go limp. I can lie like this for hours.

I only wish I could offer the same to Gretchen. She's a worrier and since I'm her dog, I must worry right along with her. I know she doesn't want me to worry, but I feel her energy and then that energy becomes mine, too.

Ann is not a worrier. If I spent as much time with Ann as I do with Gretchen, I would not be a worrying dog.

But my days are spent with Gretchen. I love it, of course. I love both my moms, of course. Really. When Ann comes home, I wiggle my way too her and then flop down at her feet. Wherever she sits, I sit right next to her. I feel like I owe it to her. I mean, she doesn't get to be with me every day and I know she misses me as much as I miss her.

But Gretchen's the one who gives me a massage and I like that very much. I just wish I could do the same for her. I wish I could say, "Here, look. This is how you relax."

Me, too!

Mom wrote about going on a long walk today. I know she did it partly for me. I needed a walk as much as she did though we like our walks for different reasons. She likes them for the beauty of it all. I like them because of the smell of it all.
And now I'm ready for a nice rest while she goes shopping, does her school work, and makes French Onion Soup. Any bacon in that? Nay, that's what I thought. I got bacon in my breakfast this morning leftover from last night's quiche. Nothing like the smell of bacon to get this finicky guy to eat.

I sure hope she stops at the pet store, too. They have all sorts of food that I'll refuse to eat, but they also have great treats and that's something I rarely pass up.

Wait! I get to go with her? Yippee! More later. I'm on the way to my happy place!

Here Comes the Chill

They say it's supposed to get cold tonight. We'll see. The trees are turning, that's for sure, but there's been sun for more days than there's be any sign of rain or winter or cold. I've enjoyed it, myself. Lots of fetch. Lots of long walks. Lots of time hanging out in the backyard stretching my poodle legs in the warm sun.

This morning, though, I woke to the sound of the furnace coming on. It's been awhile since that sound woke me up, but I'll admit, the warmth of it was nice.


We played at the little park today where we met up with Richard and Ginger and ran around in the dewy grass until my feet turned green. I hear rumors of a bath soon and I'm trying desperately to discourage the notion. Not sure it's working.

Today has been a lazy day, which I've needed. As a dog dog walker, my four paws are ready for some time off and thankfully, that's come today. Maybe tomorrow, too. I had a wonderful nap with my moms on the bed this afternoon and have spent more time on my bed under the computer desk than I have in a long time. It's a nice, safe, and warm spot.

I don't mind the coming change in weather. Chilly means the possibility of snow. Chilly means sleeping by the furnace vent. Chilly means sometimes my dinner gets warmed up in the microwave. I can't complain about that.

Chilly means I might get invited up on the human bed more often and I really can't complain when that happens. It's a beautiful thing!

Shout Out

Saber, my new good friend, had to go to the vet today. He's kind of sick so I thought I'd use all my doggy powers and wish him well. If you're reading this, wish him well, too. He's a really good boy and when he's my age, he'll be a most excellent dog!