Little Thoughts From Little Toot
Take Another Snapshot
Life is like a camera. Just focus on what’s important and capture the goodness. Develop from the negatives. And if things don’t work out, just take another shot. —Ziad K. Abdelnour Lil’ Toot here. Mom is a Picture Taker from way back. Seems every Time I turn around, that little Contraption is in Her hand,…
Read MoreTime Flies
Time moves so fast. From ages 1 to 17, it takes forever. From 18 to 20, it feels like a month. From 20 to 30, it feels like a week. —u/zip759 Lil’ Toot here. Time is zipping By. Why, when I was a Tiny Puppy? There was so much time to Learn new things. I…
Read More“Stop It” Looks
Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart. —Roy T. Stevens Lil’ Toot here. It was Windy last week. I mean, Super Gusty. Mom and I were out for a noontime stroll. I was stomping in the Leaves. Pouncing. Jumping. Frisking and sliding. I have…
Read MoreNegotiating Treats
When you come to a fork in the road, take it. —Yogi Berra Lil’ Toot here. Treats anyone? Cousin Angie’s Mistress was watching Her weight. She’s like My Mom. When She’s on a specific Eating Plan, Everyone Else is too. Mom is a big believer in Walks, along with reduced portions. I mean, really, Mom!…
Read MoreA Memorable Memento
Dog poop on your clothes: the ultimate conversation starter. Or, a good reason to go home and change. —Pinterest Lil’ Toot here. I had another challenge with eating The Wrong Thing from the side of the road. But that’s a story for another day. Because Mom was intimately involved, She was marked with the Proceedings,…
Read MoreFast Moving Critters
Easily distracted by bugs. —Amazon.com Lil’ Toot here. I love Bugs. Any bugs. Small bugs. I had a Potato Beetle so busy He was dizzy. Flying bugs. Butterflies are so unpredictable. Crawling bugs, and there are a lot of Them now. Bugs looking to get out of the Heat. We had a Tarantula come in…
Read MoreA 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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