Sharing: Before I Was A Dog Mom

Before I Was A Dog Mom
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfurred clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone,
even if the doorbell rang.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got to bed
or if I could get into my bed.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I cleaned my house every day.
I never tripped over toys, stuffies, chewies
Or invited the neighbor’s dog over to play.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I didn’t worry if my plants, cleansers, plastic bags,
toilet paper, soap or deodorant
were poisonous or dangerous.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never been peed on
Pooped on- Drooled on – Chewed on
Or pinched by puppy teeth.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had complete control of
My thoughts, My body and mind.
I slept all night without sharing the covers or pillow.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I never looked into big, soulful eyes and cried.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop a hurt.
I never knew something so furry & four-legged
could affect my heart so deeply.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never held a sleeping puppy
just because I couldn’t put it down.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every ten minutes to make sure all was well.
I didn’t know how warm it feels inside
to feed a hungry puppy.
I didn’t know that something so small
could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Dog Mom:
I had never known the warmth,
the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being A Dog Mom.
~Author Unknown~
(It ain’t me, but it could have been me. If I were talented enough to write it and all.)
I just have nothing to say today. I might by the end of the day, but here I sit, lonely at my desk at work with no words tumbling from my dancing fingers. *shrug*
Wait, I lied. I miss you:
Ditch Witch and I pray for you and I hope you’re okay. I can’t even write to you or send you cards or silly things I see that remind me of you because damn girl you moved and haven’t given me your new address yet!
So Sweet I Rot Teeth: I miss you too and the longer you are away from OD the more worried I become about you. Especially in light of your last entry months ago. I HOPEHOPEHOPE you are okay.
Mayor of Nerdville: I just miss you…get back in here and write dammit. NO fair hooking me in and then taking a sabbatical. I haven’t forgotten about sending the Sims Prima guide I bought in error to Kel…I just keep forgetting to bring the danged thing to work wtih me to mail.
General Shout Outs/Comments:
CW: I know hubby has my number somewhere, or did. I meant it, if you need to talk to someone who totally knows where you are right now regarding your mom, please call me. I promise not to bite AND I promise to answer the damned phone. I, however, cannot promise there won’t be frikken static on my line because damned if they can figure out why that is happening.
Mountain Girl: It’s hard right now…I know it is and I am so not going to lie to you and tell you it gets easier…because in my general experience these things do not get better. The feelings do, however, subside a little but and the crying stops happening so frequently. Just hang in there honey…you’re doing a bang up job of handling all this.
Nikki: I’m glad we had our little talk. See, I get all freaked out when I am suddenly personal non grata and don’t know why. I really do look at all of you as friends and I have this little issue where sometimes I get my panties all in a bunch when I think someone doesn’t like me. I’m very Sally Field-ish at times – then at other times I could give a royal rat’s ass who likes me and who doesn’t. I guess it depends on how much I like the other person not liking me. *L*
And I’m stumped:
Reality Bites: I get the sense you’re pissed off at me – yet I don’t know what I did or said to make you feel that way or to alienate you. *shrug* I hope that what I had feared would happen hasn’t happened. I know that’s a cryptic and/or sketchy statement but I have no doubt you know what I am referring to. *throws hands up in air*
read your entry: I don’t allow anyone to influence me on my friends. That’s exactly why I didn’t want you to privatize your notes. I was just so annoyed at the entries referring to this “other” site. Maybe it’s my nosiness. And my last entry was not pointed to you. I have a sister who is gay. I have a MIL who uses her religion as a weapon. I have no tolerance for intolerance. That’s all.
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woof woof
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i love that poem! ryn: re: your books. do you have anything by Jodi Picoult?
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ryn: doh! I have that one. wasn’t it a beautiful book though?
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Your note has me intrigued. What exactly made you tingle? Are you that naughty a girl for what crossed my mind? Or did I read too much into your note? I need to know.
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“I don’t think she plans on living long, which, might not be a bad thing for poor Bear.” Mac & Cheese THIS is what you go to that site for? It’s all disgusting, no matter who it’s written about. Wow… that is NOT what I expected to find there. I guess I *was* better off not knowing.
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Interesting picture. I could replace the word DOG with CAT and it would almost be like me. 😉 ryn: And here I thought you might have bid on poor Transvestite Bob. Brad and I got a kick out of that one. I thought about bidding on the sock lady’s.. yet, I already have this thing with my husbands socks. lmao OOH no..I haven’t read CW in a while..did her Mom pass?
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aaaaah, I see she has gone to mostly Favorites now. The last one I read was in Dec. I use to read both of them when I had a different name. Now I jump back there when I remember.
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Crap. Something’s funked up at OD. I totally missed this entry. Weirdness. Well, I promise an entry tonight, so I hope that makes you feel better. I feel like such a butthole doing this come and go crap all the time, but I’m getting a little – I don’t know, bored? – with OD again. I wish there was a way I could know the same people I know here, but communicate with them via email or a
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Yahoo group or something, just so I didn’t have to log onto this site to say what I want to. It’s hard at work, because the crackers I work with are always in my space, and then when I get home, I’m tired and all I want to do is space out. Anyway, you’re right, I need to quit this wishy-washy shit and WRITE MORE! I love you, thanks for the wake up!
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Hey! I’m around and reading as much as possible. I have a prize for you that I need to get in the mail. I’ll try to get that done today.
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have you found out if reality bytes is really mad at you? i find that hard to believe…
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