Stealth Mode

I was in Wal-Mart last night picking up some groceries, when I suddenly spotted the turkeys.  They were there in the freezer just like they are every year, but this year is different.  A cold chill ran up my spine and into my heart as I stared at them.  This is the first Thanksgiving my parents won’t be here.

 I swerved up a different isle trying to keep the tears from coming and feeling the waves of grief that comes with them.  It didn’t help; everywhere I looked there were more reminders.

 Then I started getting texts from my friend and (used to be) neighbor.  He had spotted my car in the parking lot and Lindsey sitting in it.  He said “hi” to her then started texting me as if he were stalking me in the store.  It was so funny it made me laugh.  He told me he was looking for me and if he found me I would have to pay for his groceries. 

 We went in stealth mode through the store, I checked out first and made it to the car. Whew!

 I texted him to let him know I made it, he laughed and said, “dang it!”

I am thankful for my friends with amazing sense of timing and a wonderful sense of humor.  You just can’t beat that.

 Cherry Coley ©

Casey’s Comet

A little over a year ago we added a little fuzzball to our family.  My friend was looking to find the somewhat scrawny little thing a home.  We kind of debated on what to name him for a while, but when he runs he is fast and the person he runs after is Casey.  So we dubbed him Comet, because when he chases a ball, cat or squirrel he leaps into the air and tries to fly.

Comet has grown quite a bit, which is saying something since he was supposed to be a small dog.  He is a Pominese.  Half Pekinese and half Pomeranian he was supposed to be kind of the size of a jack Russell, but with a lot more hair.  Instead he is the size of a Pekinese but has the Pomeranian look.   

 Choosing a pet can be fun and should have lots of thought behind it.  After all a pet is a big commitment, they become a member of the family and they have an opinion about just about everything. 

Comet is very proud of himself.  He loves taking baths, getting his hair dried (though he barks at the drier) and prances around all fluffed up and knowing he’s a pretty boy afterwards. 

Comet does all sorts of tricks, playing fetch, walking on his hind legs, praying, sit, beg, we haven’t got him to play dead yet, he’s just got so much energy the idea of lying still is really hard for him!   

He is a good dog, a good friend, and of course watches over all of us.  Small dogs have courageous hearts and would take on the biggest beast if they thought it threatened someone they loved.  Comical and fun, we gave him a home, but he gave us so much more. 

Cherry Coley ©