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Mama’s morning didn’t start out that well.  Morning walkie?  Fine.  Weather?  Slightly raining, but only on her head so that wasn’t so bad.  We arrived back at our apartment.  Mama got ready to go to the work place that I just cannot understand, handed me a treat and walked out. Then she put her key…

Mama has been sad.  I’ve been working overtime to do everything I can to make her smile, but some days she’s just too tough a customer.   Luckily it has been raining a lot lately, so if she cries out in public it could easily look like she’s just getting rained on rather than that her…

When mama gets home from work, the first thing I do is smother her in kisses (she needs ’em!).   This also gently reminds her that it’s time for my evening walkie and poop-a-thon.  It’s dark out there at night now, so I have to protect mama on our walks more so than usual.  That also…

I have spent this past week taking care of mama.  She’s been unhappy.  Today is 8 months since dad has been gone, and well, she’s just had a crappy week all around.  So today I assumed my position in back seat (my “CEO spot”) and insisted that we go out to have some fun. Can…

This morning, my Flexi leash broke.  For all of you humans out there, mama describes the breaking as such: When your doggie pulls the Flexi to it’s maximum and you hear a sickening crack that is NOT coming from inside of your hand but from the large black plastic thing in your hand – that’s…

Ah, a break in the clouds, no rain for a little while.  Midday walkie time! Ah, pretty leaves.  So many colors. They’re EVERYWHERE.  Soft on my tootsies. But wait… what’s that? Perhaps with your human eyes, you cannot see him.  But I could feel his presence, see him, smell him.  A squirrel is in this…