The recommended calming treats, complete with CBD oil, have been ordered for my little monster.
I’m praying, upon their arrival, they will help with her anxiety. She has been keeping me up some nights, and Mommy is not a happy camper about this.
That’s the life of a senior dog parent, though, right? Right.
The Little Monster had me up and rushing to slip on clothes at 06:34AM. Someone has a tummy ache that led to the runs, which led me to run down 3 flights of stairs to get her outside in time.
As soon as we get back inside and I clean myself up and her, too, she gets in my bed and turns her attention to the TV.
I turned it on for her, and that’s the start of the first day of the new year for us!
And here I was simply thinking I’d sleep in. I guess not! Lol.
Jernee and her bowels had other plans!
these precious children
push joy deep into my soul
sweet saving graces
We enjoyed ourselves at my cousins’ house earlier today. This evening has proven to be such a great evening, considering I was without power for nearly 8 hours, but blessed to have spent most of my day enjoying it with family.
I am taking a short break away from blogging and reading to simply experience every precious moment that I can during this holiday.
I will return this coming Tuesday morning, December 27, 2022.
Happy Holidays, beautiful people. Enjoy Christmas as much as you can, if you celebrate it. Remember, you can be kind first; always be kind, first.
the dog is acting weird
I worked until a later
time than normal, and since
the end of the shift, I’ve been
trying to figure out this
different behavior.
I’ve cleaned her ears, rubbed her
belly, gave her kisses & crushed ice,
and she’s still being . . . weird.
every other day, something new
is happening. a senior dog
and her aging status is
frightening me.
it’s only Tuesday.
there’s still the rest of
this week to get through.
will we make it?
when the chill hits at
just the right moment,
I cuddle up with my
old lady, sip on some
peppermint brew, and watch
my favorite animated Christmas
movies.
the crisp air outside can
stay bolted to the night–I’ll
find warmth nestling under
her love.
the phone bleeps, and it’s you.
your dimpled face appears,
and you tell me about something
that had you balled-over from
laughter, and the only thing
I can think of is how
amazing it would be
to be under or over
you, instead.
I lean back, sink into
the pressing of my chair,
and dream of a place where
Christmas lies on your lips
and I am opening you
as my gift, instead.
A Cornered Gurl 
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