Henry here with an update on learning how to control humans (in a good and gentle way because they are pretty fragile).
Being a puppy is complicated. Mom shares a lot because we are “rescued doggies”.
She received this “gift card” from our human brother for something called Mother’s Day. Our human brother told us about Mother’s Day, and on that day we decided it wasn’t about her, it was about us (Roscoe, Monty and me-Henry) because she is our her mother, right?
Mom loves bacon guacamole cheeseburgers from this place. But…….this place also carries a frozen treat for doggies called Pawbenders!
Frozen plain custard (no sugar), dog biscuits and some kind of peanut butter “caramel” sauce (no sugar).
Mom used her Mother’s Day gift card and shared with us, buying these yummy treats. Today was hot enough that we got to enjoy them. We are big so we ate them fast, in about 10 minutes, but enjoyed every minute as only a doggy can!
Thanks to our human brother, and Mom sharing, we had a Make My Day experience!
Today was my last radiation session! Received these gifts from my coworkers, the lady whose radiation appointment was right after mine, and my dogs😉
We get together about once a month to hand write personal cards to anyone who is lonely or struggling or celebrating
I received one when I was recovering from surgery. Just what I needed that day. A unforgettable moment that I can draw on for strength when in need.
My brother takes the time to send me postcards to cheer me up!
What a sweetheart he is. It really makes my day to know he is thinking about me.
Anyone want to guess where I work?
Thank you Sam!
My friend Jared occasionally surprises me with a small painting. This one I received as a Mother’s Day card. I believe he used acrylic paint. My iPhone photo does not do it justice.
Daydreaming with Jared’s art work is one of my favorite pastimes. Here is my story:
I was 6 years old the first time I visited the cottage. My brother was 3.
The road dead ended at the bridge to the cottage. Dad, mom and sis had to carry all our stuff over the bridge and up a winding path. I was given the responsibility of making sure Sammy didn’t fall into the stream.
We were real city kids, used to the sound of traffic and lots of people. The small stream that flowed under the bridge sounded like a huge river in that quiet place.
True dare devils Sammy and I would hang over the edge of the bridge, challenging ourselves to not fall as we dropped wild flowers into that raging torrent to appease imaginary ghosts. The ghosts would be lured away from the cottage, following the flowers down the stream until they reached the ocean where they could not find their way back.
I received this postcard anonymously in the mail!
I say anonymously because there was no return address and the printing was disguised.
Note how carefully this was cut from a newspaper. It was also taped with one huge piece of tape. Expertly and perfectly centered.
I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t have taped this with one piece of tape without it getting wrinkled, off center, basically would have made a mess.
So who do I know who has the patience and expertise for this? It has to be my brother Sam. He’s an engineer and I think this explains it all!
A lovely lady gave this gift to me today.
Every time I read it I receive more peace and tranquility.