I Love my Mommy and Listen to Every Word She Says

I love my mommy and it's as simple as that.  She has been sick the last couple of days with the flu and I have not left her side for one minute.  She went to bed early, I went to be early too.  She still gave me my backrub even though she felt horrible and for that, I gave her a thousand kisses.  She is so kind and does so much for me, that's the least I can do for her.

As far as me listening to her, I literally shocked her last night.  She had put her pajamas on and then went out to the family room.  She thought I was behind her, because she could hear the clicking of my toe nails on the wood floor, but I didn't go into the family room.  After a few minutes she called me and I ran into the family room.  Then she realized I had been eating.  She actually apologized to me and told me to go back and finish eating.  So, I did as she said.  I turned around and went back to the kitchen and ate some more of my food.  I normally understand what she is talking about, but this time it shocked her that I did what she told me to do, this time.

I know that my mommy adores me and I'm like her guardian angel to her.  I'm so glad she picked me out for adoption six years ago.

This is the Last Straw

Can you see her, can you see her?  My precious Violet was taken away from me this morning.  I had been playing with her and my mommy, and then I got tired and decided to lay down and take a nap.  I swear, the minute your back is turned, something happens.  I had been sleeping and then woke up and noticed my Violet was missing.  I noticed that contraption you put dirty clothes in was gone too, so I jumped off the bed and went out of the bedroom and saw that thing by my mommy, who was on the computer.  I saw that she wasn't looking, or so I thought, and took Violet out and took her back into the bedroom and up on the bed.  Before I knew it, here comes Mommy into the bedroom and picks Violet up and tells me that she has to get a bath.  I was trying to get Violet out of her hand, but she wouldn't let go.  She said, "No, Missy, Violet needs a bath.  She is so dirty and it will be okay."  Well, I know all about baths and I know my violet might drown.  None of that mattered.  Out to the laundry room she went and I followed.  I almost panicked, but kept myself intact and just stared at my Violet, telling her, telepathically, that she will be okay and I will be here when she is done.  Now I know how my Mommy feels when she takes me to the groomers.  I know it's for the best, but I am still not a happy little doggy.  I have to wait for Violet to get dried and then I will be happy again.

Don't be Afraid

I had to go and get groomed today.  Don't get me wrong, the people are really nice there, but I just hate being away from my mommy for too long.  You know I'm always by her side to protect her.  Anyway, when I was all done and my mommy came to pick me up, Beth, my groomer, told my mom that I was a good girl and my mom was telling her how I talk at home.  Beth said, "Oh, she was talking here today to another dog that was right next to her"  My mom was shocked because I usually "growl" at other dogs.  I think I wanted to be a good doggy and friend and help this other dog named Buster, become calmer.  Beth had told my mom that this dog had a bad experience at the last place where it was groomed, which of course I knew...he told me, and she said Buster and I were talking back and forth.  Well, of course, Buster was telling me that the last place he went to, they were mean to him. They were rough and yelled at him.   I told him he didn't need to worry about "Hot Dogs and Cool Cats" and that I had been coming to them for 6 years and they are always nice and kind.  That made him happier and then we just talked about dog stuff.

When I saw my mommy come in, I was so excited.  When we got into the car she told me I get the "Good Friend Award" and that she was very proud of me.  I helped another doggy to feel better about his situation.  I felt bad when I left because he was whining, but I needed to go and get home.  My mommy was glad to see that I could actually get along with another dog.

Finger Licking Good

Everyone knows that I love my Mommy more than life itself.  I want to be by her side every minute of the day, if I can, but there are things that make that not happen.  My Mommy loves me too, but I'm not sure if it's as much as I love her.  She has this contraption called an iPad and will have that by her side half of the day.  She says she is sharing time between iPad and me, but I just don't buy it.  I, Missy Keller, like to lay on the arm of the couch, which is where she sets iPad.  I admit it, I am a jealous animal.  Ever since my Mommy was taken away from me 6 months ago, off and on,  because of sickness, I do not trust any of them.  They will lean over to give my Mommy a kiss and I can't help myself, I growl at them all.  She will put her arm around me and tell me it's okay, but I just can't help it.

Yesterday was as usual.  She had just eaten lunch and was sitting on the couch with iPad on the arm of the couch.  I was over by the reclining chair and she kept telling me that it was okay and I could come up on the couch to sit by her.  No, I wanted nothing to do with sitting next to iPad, so I ignored her.  Since my Mommy is pretty smart with me, she finally told me that I could come over and lick her fingers.  OKAY!  That's all I needed.  I totally understood what she said and was off that chair in a matter of seconds.  I went over to her, licked her fingers, jumped up on the couch and laid my head on her lap.  I was then a totally happy little doggy.  In case you didn't know, I understand everything my Mommy says to me.

Missy the Mighty Dog

Here I am, Missy the Mighty Dog.  Did you sing that, like from the song from "Mighty Mouse"? 

I fly and it has just become a proven fact.  My mommy has been spending the whole morning doing the laundry, dusting the house and cleaning the floors.  She keeps the dry mop or whatever you want to call it, on a special rack in the closet of the entry way of the living room.  The living room....this is such a special place to me because they never let me go in there alone.  I guess previous dog kids have had accidents in there and they don't want that to happen again.  So, when my mommy was finished cleaning and putting the cleaning tool back, she said she wanted to rest for a minute and we would sit in the living room together.  Well, that's all I needed to hear.  I got SO excited, that I ran and literally flew OVER the coffee table and onto the couch, just waiting for her to sit with me.  I was sort of shocked at myself and had to look around for a minute, but mommy wasn't too happy in the beginning.  She did a tiny bit of scolding by telling me that is a "no, no", but then she wanted to make sure I was okay, because I just sort of sat there and hung my head.  After she saw I was okay, she gave me a hug and all was fine.  We sat together for a bit and then she needed to get back to work.

Don't mess with me or else.....

If you look very closely, you can see me looking out the window, searching for predators, especially a little Chihuahua that lives next door.  Her name is Stella and she is the biggest bitch (girl dog) on the block. Actually she's about my size, but thinks she's hot stuff.  I know it's not nice to say things about other doggies, but this one takes the cake.  She never shuts up, my parents call her "The Yapper".  I like to play a game of standing over by our fence and Stella just barks and barks and barks.  I don't say a word back to her, I just stand there with my tail wagging.  She obviously thinks she is hot stuff and has actually bitten a couple of people, but her owners are pretty lucky, because those who have been bitten, have not turned Stella's owner into the authorities, so I'm just saying, this dog has a "history".

This morning my dad was taking me for my walk and all of a sudden he sees this "broad dog" and she was barking her head off at me.  She pulled away from her owner and her collar came off, which means she came right for me.  She was "In- My-Face" barking and growling and showing her teeth, so I thought if she wanted to play that game, I can do that too.  I began to bark, snarl and I lunged at her until my daddy picked me up...darn it...and brought me into the house.  I guess her owner finally caught her, but it was quite the duel.  All I know is that there was no way I was going to back down.  My mommy said she was proud of me because I stood up for myself.

A Short Christmas Greeting

Mommy, Mommy, please, you have to let me talk to you.  I want you to tell everyone I am wishing them a  very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.   I know that everyone is rushing to get their shopping, wrapping and baking all done, but remember the real meaning of Christmas.  Let's not forget that DOG spelled backward is GOD and his son is what Christmas is all about.  God and his Son watches over all of us and it is very important that we all give thanks and praise to our Prince of Peace.

Yes, Mommy, I also know Santa Clause.  If you could have put the video on my blog, I was telling you all about Santa, but unfortunately,  it didn't work.  He's a good guy and sneaks in every house with his spirit of good will for everyone.  I have literally seen Santa Clause, so if anyone tries to tell me there is no Santa, they do not know what they are talking about. 

I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and it is filled with happiness.  I want to also wish everyone a Happy New Year too.  With all my love, Missy O'Shoot.