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She doesn't think she deserves such admiration, but I beg to differ. Sometimes it's almost as if she can read my mind. Mom knows just how to make me feel loved. If I am hungry, she feeds me. When I am sick, she helps me. When necessary, she even drives me to see Dr. Scott. We go on long walks together.
Her lap fits me just right. The body massages she gives are the BEST! She is HOME almost all the time, which makes following her EVERYWHERE a whole lot easier.
|Waiting just outside the door for Mom
She actually notices when I am NOT following. One time Dad went out the front door to take the flag down or something and I went out there with him. It's fun to get to go out there because there's a pond where all the birds take baths and every once in a while I see a chipmunk out there. Anyway....I was busy watching for one of those and before I knew it, Dad had gone back in the house and closed the door. "Hey! Ahhhh...you forgot me!"
Mom figured it out fairly quickly. She noticed right away I wasn't at her feet. "Scrappy! Where are you?"
Mom asks Dad. Have you seen Scrappy? Dad thinks for a minute...."Oh oh...I might know where she is!" He proceeds to open the front door and THERE I am....sitting there JUST waiting for them to let me back in! (Mom never lets me leave the deck unless she's outside with me) BECAUSE she's the boss..the leader of the pack!
I go where she goes. She gets no privacy. If she's up to her nose in the bubble bath, I am there curled up on the rug by the tub. If she is doing laundry, I am there with her...supervising or jumping in the pile of hot dryer clothes she is about to fold. If she is in her office working, I am there ON my bed at her feet.
If she is preparing food in the kitchen, again my place is at her feet or on my bed. (I have several of those beds...because she SPOILS me)
Wherever she goes, I go. If she leaves, I get nervous. The rest of my people tell Mom I whine a little and act crazy until she finally arrives back home. I watch for her car out the window. I bark and run to the door to meet her, greet her and jump up and down.
She is my world. She is my everything. She is MINE~
The best place in the world is under the covers curled up by her tummy.
So maybe it's true. That might just be where the magnet is!
Drawing me in...
Mom's Magnetic Forces