Making Friends a la Toot

Lil’ Toot here. Some Folks are scared to reach out and Make Friends. They think They might say the Wrong thing. Or worse yet? Not have anything to say at All. Their minds go Blank, and They fumble about, getting red in the Face. Totally embarrassed. Their Mind Talk is, “See, once again. I goofed…

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Dogs Are Family

Lil’ Toot here. Yesterday, Mom was telling Me about Her family. She and Her Brother were raised in a Fun Neighborhood. There were 47 Kids on the block. This time of year? School was out. Time to Play. Since computers and Air Conditioning were not Yet invented, Outdoors was the place to Be. She had…

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Mistaken Identity

Well, apparently rock bottom has a basement. —Yx-Zone Tee Shirt Lil’ Toot here. While on My meanderings with Mom this morning, We came across a Feline. This Cat was Bigger than I am. Being a Curious Pup, I trotted over to Meet and Greet with My new Friend. I assume Everyone is a Friend. Well,…

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Recovering From a Bad Dream

Lil’ Toot here. It was about 2:30 a.m. and I was having a Bad Dream. Thrashing about in my Carrier, aka My Safe Place. Just having an Awful Time. Mom woke with a Start when She heard my yips. She moved quickly out of Her bed and gathered up a Flashlight. When She opened My…

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Friendships

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration; the rest of us just get up and go to work. —Stephen King Lil’ Toot here. Can You imagine being an Amateur at anything? I suspect when We were younger, We were all in that Place of Learning. For that very Reason, I love to be around Babies. They…

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Mom’s 100-Yard Dash

Lil’ Toot here. The scene: Mom was at the Safeway shopping center. She spied a Friend driving Her gorgeous Truck, and being Friendly, began to Wave. Her Friend was busy driving (Good idea, but no Help to Mom) and kept on moving. As You know, if Nothing else, Mom is determined. She continued to wave,…

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A New Friend

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face. —Maya Angelou Lil’ Toot here. Every month, I meet and greet with Ashley, My Groomer. She knows everything about Me. What I like. What I don’t like. So far, the don’t like list has nothing on It. She pampers me. I even suspect She doesn’t mind…

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