Little Thoughts From Little Toot
Fast 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…
Read MorePinned Down By a Friend
What if I’m stuck. Here. Forever. —Kathryn Stockett, The Help Lil’ Toot here. I realize I live a fairly sheltered Life. Mom keeps Me on a leash as much as She can because I’m like greased lightning if I escape. The first Time I did that at the office? I ran the parking lot in…
Read MoreThat Dang Squirrel!
I don’t have a short attention span, I just . . . oh look, a squirrel! —FunnyAttentionDeficitDisorderHumor Lil’ Toot here. I’ve tried to make Friends with lizards. With Skunks. Mom really discourages That One. Sigh. I’m learning not to be a crazy puppy with other Canines. Now, that’s a challenge. I’m great with My Clients,…
Read MoreDemand Your Rights
I’d like to speak to the manager, please! —Karen Dog: Redbubble Lil’ Toot here. Cousin Bosco was a Yorkie beyond compare. He was well-loved by His Family. But true to His Breed, He was a rascal at Heart. He established certain Habits, and stuck with Them, happily relieving Himself in appropriate-to-Him places. He demanded His…
Read MoreMr. Froggy
All great changes are preceded by chaos. —Deepak Chopra Lil’ Toot here. As you know, I love to play with My Toys. If You come to My office, You’ll see a stack of Playthings on the Floor. On the Chairs. In Mom’s Purse for safekeeping. You know how it Goes. Mom grumbles She gets exercise…
Read MoreMy Uncle, the Guard Dog
My dog is a good guard dog . . . in his dreams. —Unknown Lil’ Toot here. My Uncle Sylvester was there to protect and defend. And He did. He protected against garbage Trucks. Those who delivered the Mail. Anyone who would dare to knock at the Door. He was fierce and Ferocious. Living unstuck.…
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