Lambiedog

The rewards of patience

Calming visit from a friend

Raymundo came to visit.

I poured my heart out to him -- all the confusion of the past week, the stress over my weight gain, the worry about the future.

He put it all in perspective. I felt better. 

       

Raymundo really knows how to reassure me.

Back to work

I'm back in business after the Great Squirrel Disappointment.

I could be going into an existential funk and asking myself, 'What is the point?'

But I don't want to go the way of bitterness and despair.  'Get a grip, Lambie,' I tell myself.

I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of one little dog don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.  

An unexpected squirrel development

Sometimes when you get what you want it doesn't turn out how you expected.

Tonight I found a decomposed squirrel at the bluff.  I followed my genetic predisposition and mouthed it just like I do my new toy squirrel.  I was having a great time until my owner noticed and was very upset with me. 

Drama drama drama.  She yanked me away, ran me home and gave me a bath, and called the vet.  Now we're waiting around to see if I exhibit any symptoms of poisoning. 

At least she didn't take away my toy squirrel.

Putting a bully in his place

I was watching Pookie and his mom have a nice photo session,

when a monster in a rubber apron thought it would be fun to start scaring us.  

We didn't think it was funny.  He completely spooked Pookie.

I gave that guy a piece of my mind.

Just a little squirrel I picked up

   

My friend Willy

Willy lives across the street.  Each time I go out for a walk I stop in front of his house and stare hopefully at the door, wondering whether it will open. Quite often it does open, because Willy hears or smells me outside and gets excited.

Once Kim opens the door I bound inside and run around their house to check on things.  I always make sure to check Willy's food bowl because he tends to have great food.  Then I run back and lick Kim, and then go outside to cavort with Willy.  I'm usually too restrained to jump on other dogs, but sometimes I'm so happy that I jump on Willy.

Willy and me on a walk

Just shoot me

Not my twin

Out at the bluffs, I met a dog who looks like me.  Her name is Angel.

First I had a soaring thought that we might be siblings, maybe even twins.  When you are adopted you always wonder if there's another dog running around with your same genetic makeup.  

But after we did some comparisons and measuring, I had to admit that it was unlikely. 

In my bluffside roamings, I will continue to  search for that mirror-image self.  I will never give up hope.

 

Yellow sofa