Just A Little More Rest
July 17, 2003
I hear them moving it won't be long now, my family is up, and they will come to see me, talk to me and stroke my body. There was a time not long ago it seems that I was the one who would greet them first, but now I am a bit too tired, but with a bit more rest I think I can do it again. Here she comes, my beloved master smiling and talking to me, but she seems so sad. I lift my head a little to say good morning and flick my tail, but I am a bit too tired to hold my head up too long so I will rest my head on my paws once more, I know she understands. She sits beside me scratching my ears and running her hand from my head to my tail, talking to me with love and care. My hair is a bit scratchier now, not smooth and shiny as it once was, but she does not seem to care. Soon she stops to offer me food and something to drink, but I really don't feel like it now, maybe after a little more rest. I lift my head to bring back her hand so she will scratch and stroke me more, I sure don't need a little more rest for that.
She talks of the times when it was just us, when I was little and was what she calls puppy nuts. I chewed up her favorite things into unrecognizable pieces, but she still loved me anyway. Then one day she brought him home and I was not pleased, who was the intruder that was always around. Every night she would go away, and I would sit by the door and wait for her return, I know she would never leave me. They would sit on the couch and I would join them, this was my place to be next to her not him, but soon it was just him and I was on the floor. He came to live here awhile later and to make him feel welcome I chewed his things too, but he didn't really get too mad, so I guess he is okay. He too is now my master, but not as beloved as she.
As time passed, she had what I can only describe as her own small litter and I grew to love them, too. Though they tested my patience with their constant pulling of my tail and ears they were fun to play with anytime and any day. Soon they too would spend their days away and I would sit by the door and await their return, I know they would never leave me. Now I am just a little too tired, but with just a bit more rest, we can go play again.
Now they are all here with me stroking me and talking to me, but still they all look so sad. I try to tell them that with just a little more rest I will be like new, up and playing once again. She strokes me once more then gathers me up in my blanket as we head for the door and out to the car we go, boy do I love to ride in the car. Open the window and let me hang out my head, feel the wind in my face and smell the air, but I am just a bit too tired to do that today. So, I will just lay my head in her arm and gaze outside, and with a little more rest I know I can do that again.
They are talking to a woman now and one I remember; she pokes and prods me in places that I find quite rude. As I lay on the cool table she looks in my eyes, she looks in my mouth; she feels my body from what I think is inside and out. She does scratch my ears and tells me I am good, so I guess she's not all that bad. I look at my family and they begin to cry when the woman says it is time. Time for what I wonder, but I feel too tired to ask.
My beloved holds me, cries, and tells me she loves me, and soon they all do, but when I am not as tired I will tell them, too. When we go home, I will get some sleep and then we will be like we were before I got tired. The woman grabs me up in my blanket and carries me to another room, with other people who too look sad. She lays me down and tells me it's okay, soon I will be okay, then I feel a small poke but she always does that. My beloved strokes me and talks to me, telling me it is time to sleep now, I think I will since I feel so very tired.
Stretching and yawning I jump to my feet ready to greet my family first thing. Running through the house I go from room to room, but no one is here, they will be back, for they would never leave me. Back through the house, I soon discover bones of all shapes and sizes, plus more food than I can possibly eat and a couch big enough to hold it all. I pass by a mirror and look at my coat that is so shinny and smooth, I am beautiful once more. Well, I suppose I could sit by the door and wait for them to come home, and show them that all I needed was a little more rest, but with all these bones, I think I will go puppy nuts.
July 17, 2003
I hear them moving it won't be long now, my family is up, and they will come to see me, talk to me and stroke my body. There was a time not long ago it seems that I was the one who would greet them first, but now I am a bit too tired, but with a bit more rest I think I can do it again. Here she comes, my beloved master smiling and talking to me, but she seems so sad. I lift my head a little to say good morning and flick my tail, but I am a bit too tired to hold my head up too long so I will rest my head on my paws once more, I know she understands. She sits beside me scratching my ears and running her hand from my head to my tail, talking to me with love and care. My hair is a bit scratchier now, not smooth and shiny as it once was, but she does not seem to care. Soon she stops to offer me food and something to drink, but I really don't feel like it now, maybe after a little more rest. I lift my head to bring back her hand so she will scratch and stroke me more, I sure don't need a little more rest for that.
She talks of the times when it was just us, when I was little and was what she calls puppy nuts. I chewed up her favorite things into unrecognizable pieces, but she still loved me anyway. Then one day she brought him home and I was not pleased, who was the intruder that was always around. Every night she would go away, and I would sit by the door and wait for her return, I know she would never leave me. They would sit on the couch and I would join them, this was my place to be next to her not him, but soon it was just him and I was on the floor. He came to live here awhile later and to make him feel welcome I chewed his things too, but he didn't really get too mad, so I guess he is okay. He too is now my master, but not as beloved as she.
As time passed, she had what I can only describe as her own small litter and I grew to love them, too. Though they tested my patience with their constant pulling of my tail and ears they were fun to play with anytime and any day. Soon they too would spend their days away and I would sit by the door and await their return, I know they would never leave me. Now I am just a little too tired, but with just a bit more rest, we can go play again.
Now they are all here with me stroking me and talking to me, but still they all look so sad. I try to tell them that with just a little more rest I will be like new, up and playing once again. She strokes me once more then gathers me up in my blanket as we head for the door and out to the car we go, boy do I love to ride in the car. Open the window and let me hang out my head, feel the wind in my face and smell the air, but I am just a bit too tired to do that today. So, I will just lay my head in her arm and gaze outside, and with a little more rest I know I can do that again.
They are talking to a woman now and one I remember; she pokes and prods me in places that I find quite rude. As I lay on the cool table she looks in my eyes, she looks in my mouth; she feels my body from what I think is inside and out. She does scratch my ears and tells me I am good, so I guess she's not all that bad. I look at my family and they begin to cry when the woman says it is time. Time for what I wonder, but I feel too tired to ask.
My beloved holds me, cries, and tells me she loves me, and soon they all do, but when I am not as tired I will tell them, too. When we go home, I will get some sleep and then we will be like we were before I got tired. The woman grabs me up in my blanket and carries me to another room, with other people who too look sad. She lays me down and tells me it's okay, soon I will be okay, then I feel a small poke but she always does that. My beloved strokes me and talks to me, telling me it is time to sleep now, I think I will since I feel so very tired.
Stretching and yawning I jump to my feet ready to greet my family first thing. Running through the house I go from room to room, but no one is here, they will be back, for they would never leave me. Back through the house, I soon discover bones of all shapes and sizes, plus more food than I can possibly eat and a couch big enough to hold it all. I pass by a mirror and look at my coat that is so shinny and smooth, I am beautiful once more. Well, I suppose I could sit by the door and wait for them to come home, and show them that all I needed was a little more rest, but with all these bones, I think I will go puppy nuts.
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