Blogging Friends.... This post was supposed to be "published" yesterday night. But, alas, I was exhausted!! I could hardly keep my eyes open, much less hear myself think!! Sigh.... I need to be "on" whenever I'm editing my work. Interesting. I do not need to be "on" when I'm writing!! My "brain juices" simply must flow!!
Routine. Canines abide by it. For they possess the ability to tell time, experts say!! And, who can blame these beautiful four-legged creatures? After all, owners feed them on regular schedules. They are walked at the same time each day. Even love and affection can be fit into a schedule!! I am guilty of doing that!! So when something colossal occurs, a canine's life can, to them, seemingly be turned upside down!! Upside down. Rose may have provided Grandma with her hearty bay-filled welcome-to-our-home greeting. However. Two days was enough for Rose. Enough. On Saturday, we all piled into our Chevy minivan, and drove to a museum-like location. No canines allowed. Rose, of course, disliked that!! She so badly wanted to come with!! Truly Rose thought it was strange that, immediately after Grandma settled in, we would be leaving!! Sans her. Oh, she was very upset with me!! Rose's Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder "relapsed". It does that occasionally. For Rose is a usually calm mutt, so hyperactivity seldom ever happens!! She ran from room to room, bouncing off our walls like Winnie the Pooh's Tigger!! Seriously!! Following our exit, Rose balanced her front legs upon the living room window, and those mighty vocal chords let out this pathetic series of high-pitched baying!! Which happens sometimes. My heart shattered like some broken glass as I listened helplessly to Rose's lonesome crying before we drove away. I hate leaving her under these circumstances!! Hate it. I said my silent prayer, which by now is routine, that God "be with Rose, keep her safe, and remind her that I'll never leave her, nor forsake her". Then, the next morning, on Sunday, we all piled into our car--once again--for church. Rose was considerably calmer that time!! Yes!! However, that afternoon, Rose became clingy to me. As though I were a refrigerator, and she was some strong magnet!! Strange. It was as though we had travelled back in time to when she was newly adopted!! Everywhere I walked, Rose followed. Plus, she was obviously fidgety. What's wrong, Rose? I had zero idea. It's not like I am ignoring Rose because Grandma is here. I could never be that type of Mama!! I know my little girl's needs, wants, and behaviors. I understand Rose. She needs my loving. Needs it. So, I have stroked Rose's velvet-soft fur whenever possible. I've continued with her walks. I have given Rose several baby carrots. I am certain that Grandma now considers me some weird and crazy "dog person". But that is okay!! Because I am!! It is the truth about me which I cannot deny!! Anyway. Should you ask Rose what is going on around here, she would most likely whine: Nobody's paying enough attention to me!! Doesn't anyone understand that I'm the most important creature who ever walked this planet? Anyone? Will you pet me? Will you? Will you? Will you? This is animal neglect!! But. Do not believe one single word!!