My human brother brought this home for Mom. She immediately hugged him and put him where I can’t reach him.
- a new intruder
- try to usurp my cuteness
- i resist and win!
He isn’t handsome enough or cute enough for a photo shoot with Mom!
Henry here with a guest post. I am sitting on the doggie futon in this picture.
Here I am playing with a Halloween toy, doesn’t the futon look okay?
Well Mom caught me pulling some stuffing from the doggie futon.
She said I was a warui kozo, a bad stinker or brat. I tried to tell her that the Futon Yokai was possessing me but she would have none of it.
The Futon Yokai is incredibly clever. It has possession of the doggie futon and is enjoying tormenting me. You would think it would want to protect itself. But no, it is also a warui kozo and even if I shred the doggie futon to oblivion and it loses its home it is happy if it gets me in trouble.
Bad bad Futon Yokai, I hope Mom can feel its presence soon so she’ll understand what is going on…. You believe me don’t you?
October is my birthday month. Since I am a rescue Mom does not have an exact date. I get treats and toys all month. Well this is true of months that aren’t even my birthday month.
I am one year old now and today is my last day of puppy food. Mom has been mixing it with big boy food and it is almost gone.
My birthday Haiku.
- I am a big boy
- so why am I still crated
- when Mom is at work?
Takayama, Japan has been Denver’s Sister City Takayama since 1960. The Takayama Women’s Chorale is singing at Simpson United Methodist Church Friday, August 11, 2017 at 4:30 pm. The Chorale will be performing traditional Japanese songs. The performance is free. For more information please contact Kaitlyn Lyle at 303.923.6865. Simpson is located at 6001 Wolff Street in Arvada. Want to learn about Takayama? Visit the city’s website here: City of Takayama website (English version): http://www.hida.jp/english/
Hi! Roscoe here with today’s guest blog post and Haiku.
When Mom adopted me they told her I was found alone on the streets of Trinidad, a puppy of less than 6 weeks and starving.
I sometimes get scared of things I can’t see and Mom is real patient and loving with me when this happens.
Stormy weather. Hate it. I can feel the electricity in the air. The room closes in on me, pressing me on all sides, choking me.
I can smell the lightning before it strikes, a smell like Mom scrubbing the sink. Clean but scary, knowing what comes next.
Rolling thunder heard from miles away, louder and louder causing me to pant in fear. Thunder I can feel in my bones bringing that horrible trembling that I can’t control.
Wind threatening to pick up the house and carry us all away.
- darkness approaching
- terrible unknown evil
- trees bowing in fear
- darkness descending
- the pack howls in agony
- sharp crack and bright light
- darkness replaced by stillness
- my once racing heart now yearns
- hopes for quiet peace