little patch of sunlight girl

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If there is something better than sitting on the porch soaking up the morning sun, I want to know what it is.

Put it in my bowl.


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The woman and the man are back now and everything is as it should be.


Except he gave me a bath.



But he dried me off after, which almost makes up for it.



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Headlong, headless, heedless, asleep.

The woman understands me.

That man, he's just crazy.

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But he takes me to the beach. And he lets me ride in the back of the truck even though I'm not supposed to. And he rubs my butt like I like.

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He don't listen to me like the woman does, though. He leaves me sitting at the back door too long and won't get up in the middle of the night to let me out to pee.

She knows me. She knows when I'm hungry or sleepy or when it's time for walkies. She takes me to work, too.

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She also sticks the camera in my face when I'm trying to take a damn nap!

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There. I have defeated the sea.

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The thing about the ocean is that it just doesn't know when it's been licked. I mean, you go there, there's all these waves- they just rush in and crash down, over and over, no matter how many times you get in there and rip them apart, they just keep coming.

It can wear a dog out.

It took me a while, but I finally got it done. The whole ocean got tired of me kickin' its butt and declared a truce.

I gave it a good long stare and everything was as still as a pond.

No need to turn back and check.

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On to the next foe!

Pensive Lucy

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Somedays a bulldog just wants to look out the window, watch the world go by.


It's good if it's raining then.



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I am trying out a new fitness plan. Twenty hours of sleeping and one hour of enforced activity with the other dogs.



It was not my idea, I can tell you.


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Now, if you'll forgive me, my mom is making elevensies. Which means there will be fried egg whites waiting for me.


So later for you. I got something to attend to.



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Who, me?

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The indignities never end.

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Okay, one thing is, they keep giving me baths. Which is humiliating enough. Except for the drying off part, which I have to admit is the goddamn cat's pajamas. But then they've been putting some nasty-ass flea medicine on me, which smells like the worst thing in the world times about a brazilian. And worse yet, this freaking neem oil shit that just smells like ass.

And not in a good way.

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Right now I'm in trouble because of another smell. Which is what. I don't know. It smells like a hundred thousand dead cows and there is some dead chicken in there, and also dead moles and some fish, smelt maybe, and I think a couple of old dead people, too. Plus some whale bones and elephant carcasses.

Bone meal. Blood meal. 

They put it all over the goddamn garden!

It smells like a freakin' slaughterhouse!

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In a good way.

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So, I got in there a little bit. Put my face in there. Right in there. Shit, I wanted to climb in and roll around, get it rubbed in to every square inch of me.

But a lady has to maintain a certain level of respectability.

So I just rooted around like a little piggie with my snout.

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MMMMM!

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Now I ain't allowed out no more.

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I ask you, where's the justice?

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And, yes. It's time for another bath.

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Bath. Blech.

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And another thing. What's with this bath bullshit? 

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I mean, a girl finally gets herself smellin' good and they gotta come around and ruin it. 

Not to mention the indignity of it all.

Really.

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But there is a good part: getting dried off! 

Now you're talking!

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Mother,

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Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

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You are the best one.

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Let me tell you about my Mom. She always knows exactly what I'm thinking- what I need in the way of fresh water, more food, walkies, bathroom...you name it, she knows even before I do that I want that thing.

We have ESPN or something. She can read my tiny mind.

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I like to sit on her when she knits. 

Maybe rest a paw on her thigh.

Sigh.

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Thanks for being my Mom.

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