One death at a time
For I can’t bare more
And they say you are at peace
And this may be so
But watching the breath leave your body was gut wrenching
You are surrounded by rainbows
And there are more songs I cannot listen to
Lingering too long on your exit is a death sentence for presence
Fuel for suffering
All the days of your life cherished
All the days in your absence regretted
Let us grieve not in solidarity
But space in between
Just one death at a time
So in case I haven’t been clear about this I am a girl. You would think from my PINK and brown collar people would get this. But no even when Mom has told them “Yes, she is sweet, isn’t she?” They still say I’m a cute FELLA.
But then again I guess I can see this as I am a bit of a tomboy. My human brother and his friends play with me, I chase lizards, and I eat with no grace or reserve. I’m pretty tough. Except when it’s raining outside. Mom calls me “Miss Prissy Pants.” Just because I don’t want to get my feet wet. Come on, what dog does?
This week we’ve had human female houseguests, two of which are on the small side with very high-pitched voices. They helped human brother make a fort in the living room, which I have partially claimed as my own.
They also play dress-up. And graciously shared some of their accessories.
Not sure if I like this or not. But at least I look like a girl. Or a really cute drag queen.
I guess it could be worse. They could be dressing me as a taco.
-Cherry Pearl, aka “Diva Dog”
So it’s come to my attention that some Busted Flip Flop followers have requested my blog guesting. If that’s a word.
So here I am after a bit of a hiatus. The pug with the fruity name and the she’s-so-ugly-she’s-cute face. I still don’t get that one. Shouldn’t I be insulted?
There’s been a lot of snoring going on around here. Seems like everyone is so busy with their own drama that I’ve been sawing the logs on an even more regular basis. But Mom did give me a bath yesterday and with baths come a treat so at least that’s something.
Me. Sittin pretty.
Oh yeah and brother had a sleepover so popcorn was consumed and “dropped” on the floor for my snacking pleasure. Yeah they pretend to drop popcorn on the floor so I can eat it. I’m all about some popcorn. There could be tens of other things being prepared in the kitchen but as soon as Mom starts shaking the pan on the stove and I hear the POP! and the Ouch, the oil got me! I am in there like a pug outta the front door.
Oh yeah and speaking of front doors I did escape one day. But brother’s friend grabbed me before I could get to the lady who always feeds me greasy people food my mom crinkles her nose at.
Well it feels about that time. Time to stare Mom in the face and give her that pitiful look I give even after I’ve already been fed. My bowl runneth empty.
Hi readers, it’s Cherry Pearl. Mom is finally letting me sit at the computer so I can tell you about my beach day. I know all you doggies up north are freezing. Or maybe you’re having a blast playing in the snow. Well it’s a rainy day here and I’ve been lazy and bored. So here’s a recap of my fun day on the white sandy beach…
I took my first boat ride to get there. At first the motor made the hair on the back of my neck rise. And I didn’t know whether to stay “on deck” as Mom mentioned or jump up on the seat to get a better look. After a while I stopped “acting like a crazy dog” and settled in like a true second mate.
Mom let me have some bread she said she couldn’t have because soon it would be bikini season. She sure wasn’t watching the calories she was sipping from that wine bottle.
When we ventured out of the boat Dad carried me across the water because he said it was really cold. He should know I have five year’s worth of heat-exhaustion built up in my fur.
As soon as my paws hit the cool sand, I was runnin!
Then I took a swim. Dad said I was a natural, like a Labrador Retriever. I’d like to meet one.
Words of warning: do not drink the water. It made me yack.
No squirrels, but there were soooo many birds to chase!
I couldn’t keep my paws still. And I loved to scratch my back on the sand. Needless to say I got a bath when I got home. Now I understand when humans come back from the beach and say they have sand “in places where the sun doesn’t shine.”
I can’t wait to go back. Maybe next time you can tag along.
Hi. I’m Cherry. My human brother named me that as he was eating a cherry lollipop. I wish I could get my paws on one right now. I’m on a diet. Not by choice, of course. What self-preservating pug would do such a thing?
Mom is kind of stressed right now about holiday shopping and getting ready for a trip so she said I could FINALLY guest blog. She also said she has so many stories swirling in her head she can’t focus or sleep. I took a break from napping to write for her. Not much going on in this head, other than dreaming of chasing those taunting little squirrels outside the window. I will catch them one day. Mom always asks, “What in the world would you do to them if you caught them anyway?” To tell you the truth, I haven’t really thought that far ahead.
Hmmmm. I hear a rustling in the kitchen. Mom’s getting into the chocolates this early? She must be stressed. Next thing you know I’ll hear a cork pop.
So I’ll tell you a little about me. I was born on Leap day. I don’t chew on shoes anymore (no it was not me who busted Mom’s flip flops, she did that herself). I do still rustle through the trash every now and then. I make some crazy noises when I yawn, or eat, or sleep, or see another dog I know. There are lots of dogs on my block. Spencer and Buddy are my favorite. Mom gets embarrassed when I sniff and lick them in their happy places. She says I linger there a little too long. You don’t see them complainin!
Last week I got into some of Mom’s dark chocolates. She couldn’t believe I ate the wrappers and everything. She almost blamed it on Dad. I was fine. But then last night Mom and Gramps fed me a carrot. I barfed that up all over Mom’s favorite chair. Dang diet.
I hope I see you all again. I’m gonna go lick myself then take a nap. Hey, what would you do if you caught a squirrel? On second thought, don’t answer that. Mom doesn’t eat mammals. Or rodents.