Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving With A Silly Bill

I've been trying to get a video of sixteen year old Mama Pajama interacting with the rest of her pack, without much success. When she sees me pointing the phone or the iPad at her - realizing that it will steal her soul or eat her biscuits or do something equally heinous in dog-think - she gives me a righteous stink eye and departs. Pronto.

She had a mighty perky day yesterday. In fact, this blog post might not have come to fruition, what with how the morning started and my near death experience, and all.

You see, Mama Pajama woke up in fine fettle yesterday morning. So much so that she started her zoomies when her feet first hit the floor. This was amusing and delightful to my sleepcracked brain; she sparkled and spun and did wobbly leapies at 5:30 AM, and my heart went right along with her. 

Until she bounded ahead of me down the hall. Toward the Stairs of Satan. Twisting narrow hardwood eleven-foot uneven opportunities for neck-breaking disaster. Slo-mo sleep addled me with some lonely synapse firing, "Danger Will Smith, or old dog, or whatever precious being is careening towards the brink!"


I grabbed her by her skinny, bald tail as she hurled her fragile bones over the precipice. Gack.

When I got home from work in the evening Mama Pajama was still having a good day. I thought I would try to get a video - yet again. I want to share how she boinks the younger dogs; how she bows at them and pounces in fun. How they respond so gently to her, even the wild ones. I want to let you smile with your heart the way I do. So I tried again.

I don't have to say one more word about what I'm grateful for on this Thanksgiving morning, do I?

hug your hounds and your silly humans and Happy Thanksgiving, friends!


  1. Love it!! It was nice to hear your smiling voice again, Patience. I hope to see you in April!
    Rhonda Gifford

  2. Well, we are glad Bill got some air time, and so glad to see the rest of the pack. Thankful we have the pleasure of knowing all of you.


  3. Happy Thanksgiving

    Stop on by for a visit

  4. My silly 14 year old Morgan forgot that she wasn't a puppy anymore and hurled her arthritic self up onto the kitchen counter in search of a roll of paper towels to shred. Today she's on pain pills for her sprained elbow. Happy Thanksgiving from our pack to yours.

  5. Happy (American) Thanksgiving, Patience. I'm thankful for bloggers like you, whose dogs and humor brighten my day. (And I recently adopted a nearly-sixteen-year-old sheltie and know just what you mean about those wonderful playful moments!).


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