Friday, January 20, 2012

Doggie Camp Letters...

*These were written to Daisy's owners while they were on vacation*
Dear Family:

Today is my third day here at camp...I have had a lot of fun...but I know that I miss you all very much....The camp director is very nice…but he can be a killjoy…I thought it would be fun to show him some games…but I don’t think they liked them…The lady is really nice too…but sometimes she watches me too much…there is another animal here...but it isn't like that small meowing thing at our house...she is bigger and she is what the camp directors call a diva...I don't really know what that is...but she is really hard to figure out!...I have put on my best "let's be friends!" attitude and she sort of just sits there and freezes...like a piece of furniture...I know I shouldn't chew on her...because I'm not supposed to chew on furniture!...the camp directors say I am a good girl...but every once in a while they put that thing on my face...so maybe they think I should be more like that "diva"...but I just promise you...I will never do that!...I love life too much!...I get to run around the big back yard whenever I want to!...it is really nice!...I have found all sorts of things in the yard for them and helped them with making the grass shorter!...they laugh a lot at me...so I must be doing something right!...yesterday the diva decided it would be ok to chase me a little...but she has no stamina...she flopped down way to quickly!...I found a squirrel and chased that instead...the diva barked at me...I pretended she wasn't there...I think that made her mad because she got up and tried to wrestle me...then one of the camp directors sprayed us with water and the diva ran inside...I ran around the yard some more and then went in and took a nap...my room here is really big...so big that my bed seems too small for it...so I redecorated a little and spread my bed all over the room...I thought it looked really nice!...the lady didn't I guess because she picked up all the insides and put them back inside my bed...when she isn't looking I just do it again...it is a fun game that we like to play...I don't like to go upstairs at this place because I can not come down the stairs...they are way too scary!...the camp director had to carry me down the first night I was here...I left my room to explore while they were out and got stuck up there!...I will NOT do that again!...it is really a lot of fun here but I miss you all more than you know!...I hope that you are having fun!...don't worry about me...I am so charming that I will make that diva love me before I have to go home...just now she didn't even run away when I ran up to her!...

lots of slobber!...Daisy

  • Letter number 2
Dear Family!...

Camp has been fun...but I am homesick a little bit...you must miss me too because I am the best dog in the world!...Can you tell me what a horse is?...because the lady says I am not a dog...I am a horse in a dog suit...I am confused...you told me I was a dog...well I have been able to wander around the camp lodge a little more often lately...it is because the camp director likes me and thinks that I "can handle" it...he also thinks that the diva can deal with me...she runs upstairs whenever she wants...I told you I tried...but those steps are still scary for me...when I was outside the other day I started to try to talk with someone in the camp next door...the director and lady laughed because they had never heard me talk before...I think I have a lovely voice...they think it is cute...the diva has a very grating voice...and she uses it…A LOT!...I played this game with her...it was "let me show you how your head can fit in my mouth"...but for some reason she didn't like that game and the director sprayed water at us…so I chased my ball instead and the diva ran inside...she does that a lot!...but she plays with me a little more each day...the camp directors say that is because I am so good with her...one thing that I noticed when we were playing was that the lady has these very nice flowers...I heard her say that she needs to move some of them...so I thought I would help her...I just dug up three of them...she got kind of upset with me...but I was just helping her...the director told her it would be ok...but I notice that she watches when we go near them now and doesn't like it when we try to sniff them...maybe I will just try to stay away from them in the future...but maybe I won't...I haven't decided yet...the camp director was talking about building something called a water feature in the spot where I moved her flowers...so to try to make her happy...I made my very own extra large water feature in the lodge mess hall...no one was happy with me after that!...I just don't understand them!...they say they want things and I try to help!...it just didn't work out at all the way I thought it would!...the camp director said we just had a bad day...the lady said so too...they let me lay down in the fancy room where the diva has a pretty bed...they said that the next day would be a better one...and guess what?...it was!...I found a stick and the diva played lots of games with me...and we layed in the grass and chewed bones...and I figured out how to go down those scary stairs!...they still make me sleep in my big room...but they haven't put that thing on my face for three whole days!...tomorrow we may take a car ride!...that should be fun!...I hope you are having as good a time as I am!...I love you and miss you...

lots of slobber...Daisy

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Blame it on the missing ovaries...


So I have avoided this blog for 13 days…I came down with a cold…My daughter went back to school…I went back to work…I don’t have a uterus…you know…the usual excuses…I think the reality is that I am not sure what to write about…my husband, Shannon, wanted to know what my “theme” for this was going to be…”Couldn’t tell you” I said…I just wanted a place to practice my writing…I took this class on personal writing last year…then I got a job that conflicted and had to quit  ¾’s into it…that was ok…I knew that I had been bitten by the bug…I like to write…I just don’t like to really write about “personal” things…they’re too…personal…so then I had some major health issues plague me after that…I just didn’t have time to write!...I was in pain!...actually I was…but my hand didn’t hurt…and really neither did my brain…I was just scared…well…my health issues have been resolved…(a story for another time…it’s personal…)and my son gave me this awesome book for Christmas…it’s called On Writing by Stephen King…it’s sort of a mini-memoir/writing tutorial…my son believes in me…I wonder how that happened?...I think it’s interesting how my family believes I can write…believes that I’m funny…and yet I continue to feel scared and nervous at my very core…I have a really good friend who wants to write a book with me…a light-hearted sort of story that is really just a thinly disguised story of the two of us and our church…(anyone who reads this from my church…you aren’t in it…even if you think you are…you aren’t…)…my friend started …and the way she described me made me cry…I blame it on the missing ovaries…no…really…I cried…she was really sweet in describing me…I have to get over this ridiculous warped view of myself…so I hope that between writing that silly book…and writing this silly blog…I can overcome my lack of confidence once and for all…I think that anyone who knows me…would probably be a little surprised that I lack confidence…or maybe they all know and have just been humoring me…either way…2012 is going to be my year…the year that I finally work towards being the person I was meant to be…I will not do this perfectly…obviously…I will not be graceful…I will fall off the train many times…the thing that will be different this time?...I’m going to do it all on a blog…and at the end…I will be 50…and…and…I don’t really know…I’m not going to set that goal…as Stephen King says in his book…forget about outlines…let the story write itself…

Thursday, January 5, 2012

And so we begin...

January 5th...not so bad...I've been thinking about doing this for quite a while...my family has been pushing me to write for as long as I can remember...but I never know what to write about...I'll just get started and see where things take me...

Are we game?...