Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Dogblogger tagged me for a meme that uses your middle name.
My Middle Name is Wimsey. After Lord Peter Wimsey.
Here are the rules:
1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.
2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name).
3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person (or blogger of another species) for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)
W is 'cause I'm Whimsical. That's why I write Poetry.I is for Idiosyncratic. That means I March to a Different Drummer.
M is for (what else?) Misanthropic. But I am Trying.
S is for Snouterrific! Yay, Grendel!!!
E is for Eclectic. That means Donuts! Oh, wait, that's Eclairs. No, Expressive! I am I am I AM!!!!!
Y is for Yearning. I yearn for Gravy! And Love!
I tag Doxy Dear, FranIam, Diane, BlackStar, and Padre Mickey for this meme. Yay, Dogs!!! Yay, Gravy!
Da is out working on the car and mom is doing Altar Guild for the special service tonight and they left me alone with the RatDog.
We are Having a Conversation.
We are Getting to Know One Another.
Here is Ophelia's Story:
Her family thought she was Too Noisy and Needy And so they just Dumped her at the university. She thought that she must have been Very Bad. They did not have Patience for the yipping.
She ran around the campus Scared and Lonely and Cold on Thursday night until a student took her in and let her Spend the Night in the Dorm. (Shhhh!!! Don't Tell. It's Illegal.) They gave her a peanut butter sandwich, but then they had to Go To Class (That's what Students do...most of the the time.) So they let her go. Then the Nice Woman Named Kathy found her. But what to do? Put her in a professor's office!! And so Ophelia came to my mom's office. She got to eat mom's sandwich, too.
She got her name because they are Reading Hamlet in Mom's class right now. (A Hamlet is a great kind of food with both ham and eggs in it.) There is a girl in the story of Hamlet whose name is Ophelia. The name Ophelia is short for "Opheelforia." It means "Empathetic". I have heard people say this before, like when Mom says "Good Grief! I have 50 Blue Books to correct by tomorrow" and Da says, "Ah, sure! Opheelforia!"
It is a good name for this dog because she is very Empathetic. Last Night when I Got Yelled at for Getting Too Close to the Litter Box, Ophelia came up to me and gave me a Snoutal Nudge (this means, "It's ok, don't Worry about it") and I Felt Better. Maybe I was wrong to be upset about her coming here. She can't help being a Yippy RatDog, and Getting Dumped. I felt Empathetic for her. I even gave her some of my Gravy.
The Future is still Very Uncertain for this RatDog. Mom says she can stay for a While until the Discernment process is over. I don't Know what that means. All I know is that we dogs have to Stick Together and Try to Get Along, even if it is Very Hard. In spite of All our Differences. Maybe you Humans can Try It Too.
I'm just saying.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Evidently the people who were spozed to take her did not come through. Ophelia almost drove me and Mom daft with her yipping today. Now, as I lie on the Bed, my Place, where I am the Only Dog, she is there. Up front. With Mom. Getting all the Attention. It's NOT FAIR!!!!!!
Help me not to be so selfish. Help me to understand Needy Yippy Dogs. Help me to remember when I didn't have a Home.
- O Divine Master,
- grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
- to be understood, as to understand;
- to be loved, as to love...
Love and Gravy,
Sunday, March 2, 2008
They brought home a Rat Dog! I don't care if Mom rescued Her from Certain Doom. I don't care if it is Only Temporary.
Her name is Ophelia and she likes to be in Laps. She is small and black and cute and jumps a lot. She is a Threat.
Mom has been ignoring me to Take Care of the Rat Dog.
This is Not Fair.
I know I do not Go in Laps or show Much Love. But the Love is there. It's just uh, hidden.
I guess I do like Ophelia. She is Sweet and Full of Love. But This is My House. I am the Only Dog!
What if they Love Her More? What if they put me in the Garbage? Or the Microwave?????????
I am Scared.
What do I do?