Dogic Monday

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Dogic Monday
(Manic Monday to hoomans)

Mr. Mo over at It's A Blog Eat Blog World gave us this new word, like every week. The word this week is INDEPENDENCE.

In de pen dence.... Well, when I'm in de pen Mom knows I'm safe. I can't walk down to get on the highway and get hit by a car, like Mom's much loved D-O-G did August 27, 1998, and Bronx did October 27, 1998. I guess people that drive real fast like that much be dence.

Mom got D-O-G when she didn't really want a dawg. Mom was a 'confirmed cat person' whatever that is. This boyfriend she had was living where he couldn't have a dawg and he wanted one, so decided Mom should get a dawg... I guess so he could go to the place she lived in then and play with it. Mom kept saying she didn't want a dawg and he kept bugging her to get one, so finally she said "Okay, but I have to pick it out, you can't do that for me". She thought if she kept refusing every dawg he came up with she'd be off the hook... and it worked for awhile. "Nope, it's a nice dog, but not the right one", or "Noooo, I don't feel comfortable with this one" and stuff like that.

One day Mom and Bruce were in a place called 100 Mile House visiting his family. They went to a feed store and there was a baby dawg, about 7 weeks old, in a cage. Mom said it was just a ball of fluff with 4 legs and a nose. Anyway, Bruce handed this baby dawg to Mom, feet first, and it wrapped it's little front legs 'round Mom's neck and snuggled its head into Mom's neck. When Bruce said "If you don't want this one, just put it back in the cage", Mom said "No one is ever putting my dog in a cage again!"

Mom is smart, so she didn't keep Bruce around too long... way longer than she should have, but anyway, she got smart and got rid of him. I guess that's a kind of independence too, huh. (I would've bit him and made him go sooner).

D-O-G was Mom's very wonderful dogger and they loved each other lots and went through a lot together. Then one night when D-O-G was 11 1/2, she left the yard for the very first time on her own and BANG!! D-O-G had independence and was allowed to be free in the yard, she always stayed in the yard real good and when stray kitties came to the yard to beat up on Mom's kitties, D-O-G would "escort" them off the property, but would never go off the property herself, until that one time. It almost killed Mom.

On October 27th, a lady Mom knew brought Mom a new dawg. It was an 18 month old rottweiler boy named Bronx. He had been treated real bad and not fed much, so he was skinny and starvin' hungry. This lady took Bronx from that home, some relative of hers, and brought him to Mom. He went into the compost pile that had some turkey bones in it, and he had a mouth full of those bones when Mom saw him. She went over to Bronx, stuck her hand in his mouth and took the bones out... and he let her! Then she had to go to work, so she tied her new dawg up on a dawg chain, thinking he'd be safe like that and planning to see later how good he was with being in the house and in the car. When she came home that night Bronx was gone. He broke the chain and wandered off. She looked and looked in pouring rain half the night, calling his name. The next morning he was found dead on the side of the highway, about 100 feet from where D-O-G had been killed.

In February 1999, when I was about 7 weeks old, Mom came to my birth home and took me to live with her. It took awhile for us to bond cuz Mom still missed D-O-G and wanted me to be like that. Once she finally found out that was why we had problems, she started to accept me as me and then we fell in love. Now we love each other a lot. Mom could never go back to being just a cat person... now she's a critter person and loves all critters. Mom will never be able to be independent of dawgs, lol.

I sometimes worry about Mom... I'm 8 1/2 and our cat Shadow is 16. What will Mom do without us when we both go to the Rainbow Bridge. It will break Mom's heart.

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Now, leave me a pathway back to your bloggy... and tell me what a good dawg I am :o) Whoof!!