What Were You Thinking?
by Suzanne Schultz.........................................
Kayla we need to have a long talk about this gift you sent me. I know I told you when you passed that I would wait on you to show me the next furbabie to get. As you know we already had 3, so I was in no hurry. Every since you left in 09 I have looked at the cute little dogs on craigs list. I wanted a small one like you. I thought you understood this. Even though I saw alot of cute ones I just was not ready to give my heart again to another. Besides Cheyanne, Holly and Bump are a hand full. Seeing as how Bump is part Satan, I have been afaird to bring a small dog into the house. True Bump is not much bigger than you were, but lord is she mean. I have always said Bump will never die because God does not want her and the Devil is scared of her. Well boy was I in shock when Dad called from work to tell me to get out the dog pen. I did and an hour later he came driving up with the uglyest dog I have ever seen. She is a Catahoula Cur, about 7 months old. She had been dumped out at the appartment complex. But you knew that already. Dad rides on a golf cart at work and you use to love to ride on it at home. Somehow you made this puppy get on that golf cart. This was the puppy we were to have. But why? I wanted a cute little ball of fluff. Not a big goof ball. I wanted one to sit on my lap, not try to fly over my lap. I wanted one to sleep in my bed, not try to eat the bed. I wanted one to walk in the pasture with me, not one to try to take me out in one gaint leap. I wanted on to bark at danger, not one to invite danger in. I wanted one that would sit like a nice little girl in the car, not one that thinks she can drive better than me. Once again I must ask "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"
Sadie Mae has been here a week now and only gets more active. I am at my wits end with all her digging and chewing. She has ate, a pair of flip flops, a ice chest, her doggie bed, a garden turtle (not alive), and a few of her toys. She has dug holes in the yard and killed a mole. She has run full speed at the golf cart and threw herself at it. It is a wonder she did not kill herself. When you get on to her she smiles at you. She shows her top teeth.
Well Kayla I know you are up there laughing your butt off at me right now. Someday I to will look back on this and laugh just not today. HA HA
I still love and miss you.
Mama
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