Friday, April 20, 2012

Oh. The. Pain.

Not much that I can blog tonight. Mom ate beef and vegetable soup. I begged silently with sad eyes. Got her leftover soup. Wonderful…at the time.

Not. Feeling. Well. Oh, the pain. Belly hurts.

My human brother sat down beside me. My lack of verbal skills made it impossible to warn him. He reached to rub under my chin.

Nauseous.

Sorry.

Exhausted. Stomach. Good night.

 

Technorati Tags: ,

Thursday, April 12, 2012

And Easter was…

How was your Easter? Mine was good, I suppose. As good as Easter can be for a d-o-g.

Mom and the human siblings dyed eggs and gathered with the extended family for a fun-filled hunt and grilled burgers. From what I have over-heard, the day was amazing! Hmm. This is heresy, however, because I wasn’t invited. Imagine that!

There were dozens of eggs left over, which my human nephew, Nathan, brought home. They smelled wonderful. I didn’t get any. Not even a small offering.

Nathan did get a new bike. I know this because he tried to run me over on more than one occasion. Apparently, it is okay to invite me outside after-the-fact. Am I a mere target of entertainment?

Mom says she loves me but she’s been so busy lately that I begin to wonder. When she does have free time, it seems to be filled with doing fun things with the “other” children.

But as the good son that I am, I accept the good and the not-so-good. I tried to remain focused on the reason for Easter Sunday. Of course, my reason was supposed to be food, sleep and lots of love from the family, but from what I gather there is a deeper meaning that has to do with love for everyone, sacrifice, being reborn or resurrected, I think I heard mom say, and some other mushy stuff like that.

Okay. I can go with that.

I did listen a little more toward the end. Apparently, Easter Sunday is about this dude named Jesus. He sounds pretty cool. From what I understand, he loves everybody. He is always there for everybody. I didn’t see him, but I know he was there. I heard some of the family talking to him before lunch –or maybe they were talking to his dad. I did hear someone saying something about his father. Either way, since these two guys have it going on and believe in constant love, I’m beginning to think that I want to know them better. And, who knows, having days like Easter more than once a year might be a good thing. What do you think?