day 4: one step at a time

dear diary,
psssst - my mom wrote this post before she left and she wanted me to post it so i am. but hee hee me so glad to see that she got my message all right.  only i still do not understand why i do not always get what i want and what the rolling stones have to do with any of it.  because for one thing, all the stones we have here in our yard do not roll, and for another, those fellas who think they are stones that roll? well come on they think they are stones so what up wit dat?


toodley-doo!
b. :)

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Some days after a good squirrel chase, when the little kielbasa has proven too willful to be carried but yet has dutifully obliged me with at least agreeing to go back inside, he'll opt to climb up the deck stairs himself. One little dawdling mosey at a time.  Placing his forepaws carefully and deliberately on each step, one by one, whilst his hindpaws play a slow and shuffling catch up, as though wandering though unfamiliar terrain in total darkness.  Dragging his little nubby nails across each floorboard in such a four pawed rhythm that his message is loud and clear.

nooooooooooot. yeeeeeeeet. noooooooot. yeeeeeeeet.

And I wonder if we should have stayed out, just a little while longer.