Small Comforts
Lil’ Toot here. Comfort comes in Countless sizes. Different packages. A chat with a friend. A Cup of tea after a long day. Or a warm Blanket. All will qualify with That ability to soothe in some way. That’s living unstuck. Auntie Edwina specialized in Creature Comforts. She’s like Me, for We both feel we’re…
Read MoreI’m Awake
You know you’re no longer in charge when your dog decides what time you wake up. —mooch@#moochinopooch Lil’ Toot here. Some people have alarm clocks. Others have a light that gently wakes them. Then, there’s my Charming Cousin, Susie Q. She’s on the Hunting side of the family tree and loves to get up early.…
Read MoreTime for a Walk?
Lil’ Toot here. My Aunt Rebetha is an Exercise Hound, always Ready for a walk. Excitement is Her Name, and leaving Paw Prints is her Game. She loves the Great Outdoors. Now, she’ll settle for hunting Squirrels, but specializes in Skunks. Her Tracking skills for these Stinky Little Critters is phenomenal, much to Her Owner’s…
Read MoreBeing Snookered
It is easier to fool people than to convince them they have been fooled. —Mark Twain Lil’ Toot here. My Uncle Wilbur lives in Snow Country up North, which He tells Me is non-stop this year. There was a Day when His Owner shoveled over 3 feet of snow out of the Way to let…
Read MoreLazy Weekends
Lil’ Toot here. My Idol, Snoopy, is now 76 years old. That would be older than Methuselah in Dog years. He has fought off the Red Baron. Kept up with His Circle of Friends. Comforted Lucy. Enjoyed Schroeders’s piano serenades. Cheered on Charlie Brown as the Football was swiped . . . yet once again.…
Read MoreI’m a Big Boy Now!
Moving from cot (upstairs crib) to bed (man cave.) A good thing. —Instagram | interpreted by Lil’ Toot Lil’ Toot here. I’m about a year and a half old now. Woot woot! As You recall, I was a little over 3 pounds when I first came home with Mom. She was quite concerned about My…
Read MoreChanging Perspectives
Lil’ Toot here. Not that long ago, the Weather was windy. And cold. Mom and I were out on Our morning walkabout. Mom was stomping along, muttering to Herself about how cold it was. How hard It was to get warmed up. She had on every piece of Winter Clothing She could find, all the…
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