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Monday, March 24, 2008I Hear The Music Playing
I hope when my life ends, if there is such a thing as God and Heaven, I'm greeted at the pearly gates with a glass a wine and someone greeting me with a thumbs up, saying YOU DID GOOD, KID. I want to say that I can hang in there and roll with the punches, but should I have to?
Life is never what we expect. Every now and then I have these moments that take me out of my element - bring me to a balcony overlooking my life and how the Dance is progressing. I never thought I would be here: watching.
Today someone asked me what I like to do. I had such a hard time answering - all I could think of was: I like to be an observer. The things I like are much more introspective; thinking, writing, moving to music, watching the stars and thinking "what else is out there?" On the outside, I know I'm boring with an occasional spark of fun. (I can seriously tear up the dance floor, when given the right music.) Those things that are important are kept much closer to the heart and kept private.
Many of my friends are married and starting families. Joe, even, had a daughter just days ago. Ouch - trust me, I'm having issues. How the hell do I fit into the grand scheme of things? And when is it MY TURN to have a go on the dance floor? There are definitely parts of this Dance when I don't want to be the observer. I want to be in the middle of the action. WHEN, OH WHEN, WHEN, WHEN IS IT MY TURN?
Things are getting pretty dull on the inside. I'm not having much fun just watching anymore...
Tuesday, March 04, 20081st Birthday
Happy 1st birthday, little one. Since you've come into our lives a little over 8 months ago, life has been so much better. You make every day that much better...
I love that you are a social butterfly. You want to play with anyone and everyone. You make friends on walks and get along with everyone (people and dogs) at the park. If we could only get you to stop jumping and do something about that little bladder problem...
I love how you have your 'favorite' toys - those that squeak, those that play tug-of-war, empty plastic bottles, and just about any electronic cord.
I love how you chase the laser pointer.
I love how you hide your dog biscuits in corners of the house. Some of the favorite hiding spots: under the dining room table, under the stairs, behind doors, in every corner of every room, between the sofa cushions, next to furniture, on the balcony... and, of course, in your mouth. One night, Blair was very cruel and went around the house to pick up all of your biscuits. There were six. You had no idea what to do with yourself. You were visibly upset that he found all your treasures and immediately went to work on re-hiding all of the biscuits. You managed to find new spots to hold your treats, but we laughed and laughed at your obsessive behavior. ...So cute...
I love your under bite.
I love how you wait outside, watching everyone come home, until you see us - then you go ballistic. We call you "ears" because the shadow of your figure only reveals your wonderful big ears as they hang from the patio.
I love that you are my "cuddle bug." You snuggle into me every morning when we wake up and I just can't get enough!
I love all the nicknames you have adopted: sweet pea, Bails, pumpkin, muffin, monster, BAILEY B. "(my last name)", cuddle bug, pup...
I love how when we tell you to "GO TO BED," you make this low growl noise for a few seconds before getting up and going to your crate. It's almost as if you're saying I DON'T WANT TO! But you're so cute and so sweet about it...
I love how soft you are.
I love how loving you are.
I love how we include you in every home routine - you're part of us so much that life must have been really dull before you.
You have managed to break or destroy many of the things we used to care about. I think you've cost HUNDREDS of dollars so far - just to fix it all. You must have a stomach of steel. That we've only had one serious emergency vet visit is incredible... But you've also had a quite way of reminding us of certain priorities. Lamps can be replaced, shoes can be fixed, and carpets can be cleaned. But the love and companionship of a good friend is not to be taken for granted.
You will always be my little puppy. Even though you've GROWN like a weed this year, you're still my little one. I love being with you. Every moment is special and full of love.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!