Pet Diaries

I am amused every time I read this. Just in case you haven’t read it yet I wanted to share it with you. I would say it is very close to my cats and dog; no bird though… :

Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary:

8:00 am: Oh, Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am: Oh, Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am: Oh, Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am: Oh, Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 am: Oh, Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon: Oh, Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm: Oh, Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm: Oh, Boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 pm: Oh, Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm: Oh, Boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 pm: Oh, Boy! Playing Ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm: Oh, Boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 pm: Oh, Boy! Sleeping in my master’s bed! My favorite!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary:

Day 183 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my Confinement was due to my power of “allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time…

New Kit Celebration

New kit now ready – just in time for my little guy’s 4th birthday next week – I can’t believe how fast time goes with a little one! Celebration is a birthday celebration kit for boys & girls! A fun collection of 15 patterned papers, 5 solid papers, 37 elements and a full alpha in blocks. Papers created at 12×12″ 300 dpi, alpha and elements saved at 300 dpi in PNG format.

Young Love

Sweet story I received through an email this morning:

A 6-year old boy told his father he wanted to marry the little girl across the street. The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile behind his hand.

“That’s a serious step,” he said. “Have you thought it out completely?”

“Yes,” his young son answered. “We can spend one week in my room and the next week in hers. It’s right across the street so I can run home if I get scared of the dark.”

“How about transportation?” the father asked.

“I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,” the little boy answered. The boy had an answer to every question the father raised.

Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked, “What about babies? When you’re married, you’re liable to have babies, you know.”

“We’ve thought about that too,” the little boy replied. “We’re not going to have babies. Every time she lays an egg, I’m going to step on it!”

Angels at the Post Office

I received this email earlier today, and according to Snopes this story is true. It is such a wonderful story, I wanted to share it with you:

Some of you may know that our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she died, my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to Heaven, God would recognize her.

She dictated and I wrote:

Dear God,

Will you please take special care of our dog, Abbey? She died yesterday and is in Heaven. We miss her very much. We are happy that you let us have her as our dog even though she got sick. I hope that you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and swim before she got sick. I am sending some pictures of her so that when you see her in Heaven you will know she is our special dog. But I really do miss her.

Meredith Claire

P.S.: Mommy wrote the words after Mer told them to her

We put that in an envelope with 2 pictures of Abbey, and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Mer stuck some stamps on the front (because, as she said, it may take lots of stamps to get a letter all the way to Heaven) and that afternoon I let her drop it into the letter box at the Post Office.

For a few days, she would ask if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, for Labor Day, we took the kids to Austin to a Natural History Museum. When we got back, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch. Curious, I went to look at it. It had a gold star card on the front and said “To: Mer” in an unfamiliar hand.

Meredith took it in and opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers, When A Pet Dies. Tapes to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God, in its opened envelope (which was marked ‘Return to Sender: Insufficient address’). On the opposite page, one of the pictures of Abbey was taped under the words “For Meredith”. We turned to the back cover, and there was the other picture of Abbey, and this handwritten note on pink paper:

Dear Mer,

I know that you will be happy to know that Abbey arrived safely and soundly in Heaven! Having the pictures you sent to me was such a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

You know, Meredith, she isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me – just like she stays in your heart – young and running and playing. Abbey loved being your dog, you know. Since we don’t need our bodies in Heaven, I don’t have any pockets! – so I can’t keep your beautiful letter. I am sending it to you with the pictures so that you will have this book to keep and remember Abbey.

One of my angels is taking care of this for me. I hope the little book helps.

Thank you for the beautiful letter. Thank your mother for sending it. What a wonderful mother you have! I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I am in Heaven and wherever there is love.

God, and the special angel who wrote this after God told her the words.

Isn’t that a beautiful story? Each time I read it, I remember how sad I was when I lost my cat Tilly to cancer when I was only 4 years old, and how I was given a book about dealing with the loss of a pet. It still makes me sad to this day, and knowing that someday my little guy will have to deal with the loss of a pet for the first time – it’s nice knowing that angels are out there in the post office helping to answer those letters to God/Heaven.

Kickstarter – Elevation Dock

I have one more Kickstarter project to share with you today – the Elevation Dock. You may have seen this project already elsewhere – it’s the fastest Kickstarter ever, but there is still plenty of time to be a part of it, and be one of the first to receive the Elevation Dock! If you are the proud owner of an iPhone or an iPod you should check it out!

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