We found a dog

The other night, we found a white dog in our front yard. He came running up to us, asking for help. We checked him out, saw he was a male, had a green collar but no tags, and appeared to be about 25 pounds. He was so thirsty! He drank a lot of water and ate a little dog food. We put him in our fenced back yard to keep him safe. The poor fellow was so happy someone had found him.

We asked around the neighborhood but no one had lost a white dog. So next was Craigslist. We took pictures and posted an ad. By this time, I was halfway in love with this dog. Gosh, he was cute! What if the owners didn't respond? Could we keep him?

Then the owner showed up, happy that we had the dog. She explained that he had wandered off and found his way here because there were family friends in the area. The dog was really happy to see her! All ended well.

I would have liked to keep the white dog, but I've already got a little dog, Rags.  And I have two cats, Presley and Ronnie. And my daughter who is presently living here has a cat, Wobblies (no cat pictures available right now). So we are not lacking animals. We are, in fact, overflowing with animal love, and it flows both ways.

It's the flow of love that attracts me to animals. What dog owner hasn't felt the weight of the day slip away when their dog greets them at the door? What cat owner hasn't been surprised when their cat decides to cuddle? And what pet owner doesn't buy Christmas presents for their pets?

I know there are some people who do not love their animals. I do not understand them. I know animal shelters are overflowing with unwanted and often mistreated pets. And I also wish I could adopt all of them. I encourage anyone who reads this blog to bring an animal into your home. You will find your investment in your pet will create rewards that you can't imagine. Adopt a shelter pet  and I guarantee you will feel the love start to flow.

Someone has to be the Mom

We are like a bunch of kids when we get together on Twitter! Everyone hollering, "look at me! look at me!" And then one of us holds up a bright shiny object and a cluster forms, each grabbing at it and adding our own squeals of delight. Sometimes we are like teenagers, sarcasm and irony dripping from our hoodies. Other times we are five-year-olds, giggling over the poop jokes and holding our noses when the poop is real.

Problem is, someone has to be the Mom. Mom has to make sure the stove is turned off and the china is put away. Mom has to pull us apart when we are scuffling and tell us to shush when we get too loud. Mom has to wash our hands when they are dirty and put bandages on our scraped knees. Mom has to be the grownup so the rest can have fun.

I get tired of being the Mom. So do a few other Moms on Twitter. Sometimes we want to laugh with you but we don't want the jokes to be mean. And we want to be critical without having to throw water balloons. Once in a while we want to be grownups having a serious conversation and other times we want to be kids, too. Just saying.