Another late night post. It will officially be Mother's Day by the time this post is published. This is actually my second Mother's Day, since I was born on Mother's Day last year. My birth mom is Lilly, who lives with her owners Fred and Karon Thomas in Selah, WA. Karon took good care of me and my 8 brothers and sisters, getting us ready to go to our adopted moms' homes. So I'm pretty lucky to have so many moms in my life.
My forever mom, Phyllis, is the best mom in the world. She calls me her heart dog. I don't know what that means, but she's always hugging me and kissing me when she says it, so I figure it must be good. People always call Denali "mama's boy," but I kinda think mom likes me best. This is because I'm the one who is always in her lap or by her side. Never mind that I sometimes have to push Denali out of the way to take my rightful place. . .it is after all MY place.
Another reason I know mom loves me best is she let's me lick the peanut-butter off her fingers after she makes her famous peanut-butter balls. Never mind that Denali sometimes gets an actual peanut-butter ball . . . not just a finger lick. I know she only gives him one when she wants to give him his medicine without him knowing it. Denali doesn't even know he just ate a pill. I was going to tell him one day, but mom said the medicine helped keep his heart regular, and I'm getting the idea that a heart is something good. . .so it should probably be taken good care of.
Mom says she loves all her kids equally. So how come I'm the only one she let's lick her face? When Denali tries to lick her, mom makes a funny face while pushing him away and says, "Ugh! You have pooh breath!" Not only is Denali dumb, but his culinary habits are gross. Boys!
I'm not supposed to tell anyone, so keep this to yourself. Sometimes when Denali is gone for a walk with Dad or Byron, mom let's me lie next to her on her bed. Sometimes we share some frozen yogurt or potato chips on the patio while the boys are away.
But even if I wasn't convinced mom likes me best, I'd still think she was the best. Coz she's mine, all mine. She's my person. I love you mom.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day to all my Moms
Another late night post. It will officially be Mother's Day by the time this post is published. This is actually my second Mother's Day, since I was born on Mother's Day last year. My birth mom is Lilly, who lives with her owners Fred and Karon Thomas in Selah, WA. Karon took good care of me and my 8 brothers and sisters, getting us ready to go to our adopted moms' homes. So I'm pretty lucky to have so many moms in my life.
My forever mom, Phyllis, is the best mom in the world. She calls me her heart dog. I don't know what that means, but she's always hugging me and kissing me when she says it, so I figure it must be good. People always call Denali "mama's boy," but I kinda think mom likes me best. This is because I'm the one who is always in her lap or by her side. Never mind that I sometimes have to push Denali out of the way to take my rightful place. . .it is after all MY place.
Another reason I know mom loves me best is she let's me lick the peanut-butter off her fingers after she makes her famous peanut-butter balls. Never mind that Denali sometimes gets an actual peanut-butter ball . . . not just a finger lick. I know she only gives him one when she wants to give him his medicine without him knowing it. Denali doesn't even know he just ate a pill. I was going to tell him one day, but mom said the medicine helped keep his heart regular, and I'm getting the idea that a heart is something good. . .so it should probably be taken good care of.
Mom says she loves all her kids equally. So how come I'm the only one she let's lick her face? When Denali tries to lick her, mom makes a funny face while pushing him away and says, "Ugh! You have pooh breath!" Not only is Denali dumb, but his culinary habits are gross. Boys!
I'm not supposed to tell anyone, so keep this to yourself. Sometimes when Denali is gone for a walk with Dad or Byron, mom let's me lie next to her on her bed. Sometimes we share some frozen yogurt or potato chips on the patio while the boys are away.
But even if I wasn't convinced mom likes me best, I'd still think she was the best. Coz she's mine, all mine. She's my person. I love you mom.
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