Fetch

Mom and i went for a walk this morning, as we do most Sunday mornings, and it was great. The temperature is finally hitting the numbers i like, so when i saw 29 F, i was in doggy paradise and off we went.

The walk started much the same as usual: i sniffed the leaves, smelled the dirt, nosed the the piles of who-knows-what, and generally took my time. Mom stood somewhat patiently for a few minutes and then gave me an exasperated “c’mon”. It’s like she was cold or something.

Anywho…off we went.

I was doing some of my best walking…you know i am nearly three now, so i need to act my age. I am not a puppy anymore. I have to leave the puppy antics behind. I cannot frolic carelessly like a puppy!

Says who??? You? Them? Who? Not me.

Mom and i were on our walk this morning, and after awhile, we turned back, and THERE IT WAS.

Something i have not taken the time to see in too long. Something i have somehow allowed myself to forget. Something i have pushed to the shadows of my mind because i am writing my book, designing my merchandise, and trying to make a name for myself.

THERE. IT. WAS.

A STICK.

Remember when the greatest part of my day was a stick? Remember when the focus of my stories involved me playing with a stick? Remember???

Clearly I forgot.

Until i saw this stick.

It was short and fat and fit perfectly in my mouth. I picked it up and dropped it and ran and went back for it and picked it up again and ran.

Glorious.

And then…I SAW ANOTHER STICK!

So, i picked it up. This stick was long and skinny and took up the entire trail and hit mom in the back of the knees when i ran by.

Glorious.

I got to play with a stick today. I got to play with two sticks today. How could i have forgotten the joy of playing with a stick, let alone two sticks?!?

I am nearly three, and i need to make sure i always play with sticks. And so should you.

i’m a dog, i love life, and i have flaws. i’m perfect. imperfect. Just. Like. You.

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