Weekend With Rocket


Those of you that have followed my blog for any length of time, more than likely have seen a post about Rocket, pictured above.  Rocket is now 7 years old.  After Many exhausting hours of training, I am now trained to His Majesty’s preferences.

Rocket does not care what day of the week it is.  I have pretty much given up on the idea of ever sleeping late again.  And sleeping through the night?  Nope.  I couldn’t tell you the last time that happened!

But despite it all, I wouldn’t trade Rocket for anything.  Could YOU say No to this face?

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

Batteries Not Included


My best friend Rocket, pictured above, is a little bitty guy.  That’s a purse he’s sitting in in the photo.  This will give you an idea as to how tiny he really is.  I hear comments from people about about his size all the time.

I heard something today from someone that I’ve never heard before.

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World’s Coolest Dog


I have the world’s coolest dog.  If this picture doesn’t convince you, 

Then you need to know a little more about Rocket and his daily duties and activities.

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Productivity


I slept till almost 7am.  That’s sleeping late with my little dog.  I’m anxious to get up and start my day.  I’m going spend my day at the keyboard and be Productive.  This is what I’ve promised myself.  I’m excited to get started!

I get up and make a cup of coffee with my favorite creamer poured heavily.  Because, why not?  I linger over my coffee and watch a bit of the morning news.

I look at my phone and check my emails.

I had better take Rocket for a walk because it’s been so horribly hot here lately.  If I wait much longer, it will be too hot to walk him.

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Muse, Friend, Companion and Spoiled Baby


I’ve written about my little dog, Rocket, several times here.  He is pretty much my constant companion and a never ending source of inspiration.

I decided I needed a proper work area for my writing.  Figuring that I would be more productive.  So I came up with this:

It’s working out pretty well.  It gets me away from the TV and it’s much better on my back than sitting hunched over the keyboard in my lap, or sitting up in bed.  Although I am still looking for a better chair.

Usually, while I’m writing, Rocket is right there beside me, snuggled up against my side.  He asks only for the occasional scratch or a tummy rub and a few words of adoration.  That’s very little in payment, considering the muse that he has become.

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Rocket’s Birthday


Today is Rocket’s Birthday!  He’s 6 years old.  He is my best friend, confidant and baby.  There have been days when if I didn’t have Rocket, I would have No reason to get out of bed.  He has been a Huge blessing in my life.  I hope you enjoy these pictures of my adorable baby!

Mutt Love


I had a childhood friend named Nancy.  Nancy had this big dog named Critter.  Critter was a mutt.   Critter was big with mostly brown and white fur.  He had a big long skinny tail that curled up over his back.

Nancy said that Critter just showed up in their yard one day a couple of years prior and never left.  He was full grown and from the look of him had had a hard life.

Critter was nothing special in the looks department, but he was sharp as a tack!

Critter reflected the lifestyle of his owners.  Now don’t get me wrong.  Critter Never went hungry and he never longed for love or attention.  But he was just rough around the edges, like the rest of his family.

Critter had one ear that always laid down.  When a dog would normally perk up their ears, Critter’s were at half mast.  Critter was missing a patch of fur about 6 inches across on one side of his rump.  Maybe a fight during his younger days?  No one knew.

If Critter had been a Mean Junk Yard Dog, he looked the part.  But if you saw him play and wrestle with Nancy and her brothers, you would see a very gentle side of him too.

Nancy and I would walk downtown in the summertime and wander through the stores.  It was something to do on a hot day and Critter would often tag along.

Nancy never used a leash with Critter.  Critter didn’t need one.  As we walked along, Critter might run up ahead a little ways, but he was never out of sight.  If he lagged behind, it wasn’t long before he ran to catch up to us.

If Nancy and I wanted to go into a store to look around, most of the time Critter would just lie down on the sidewalk and wait for us.  Once we emerged from the store, Critter would fall into place alongside us again and we would continue on our way.

I can recall Critter waiting outside half a dozen stores for us as we made our way in and out of these different businesses.

One day we came out of the Woolworth’s lunch counter and Critter wasn’t there.  I looked at Nancy in a little bit of a panic and said “Critter’s not here!”  She said, “He probably just got tired and went home.”

We were on the opposite side of town from where we had started.  I thought for sure that poor Critter would be lost!   Nancy told me not to worry.

We finished our wandering and headed home.  As we neared Nancy’s house, I was looking for Critter but didn’t see him.  I had a knot in my stomach.  I didn’t want my dear friend to lose her dog and I loved Critter too!

Just as we stepped onto the front lawn a squeal came from around the side of the house.   Here came Bobby, the baby of the family, with Critter hot on his heels!  Bobby had one of Critter’s toys and the two of them were play some sort of chasing game.

Nancy was right.  Critter just went home!

I don’t know what ever happened to Critter.  Nancy’s and my lives took different routes.  But I’ll never forget that big lovable mutt.

P – Perfect


I rise, stretching and inhale the scent of honeysuckle on the morning breeze.  I cross to the window pulling back the drape and see a Perfect blue sky.  The morning air raises goose-flesh on my arms, but I relish the feel.

The smell of coffee draws me to the kitchen.  Shivering in bare feet, I pour my first cup.

Little Dog dances at my feet, gladly greeting me and this Perfect, beautiful day.  We make our way back to the bedroom, where I dress for the day.

As I reach for my walking shoes, Little Dog’s excitement is unmistakable.  He knows the routine.

I close the front door behind me and Little Dog and I start our morning walk.  I breathe deeply, looking at the path ahead, taking in the sights and sounds of this Perfect Spring day.

Perfect.

 

I – Innocence


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The innocence I see when I look at my Best Friend, Rocket, just fills me with joy.  Just think; if we could see the world the way our dogs do, how peaceful the world would be.

Rocket has a joy for life!  He’s just Happy to be alive!  He greets every day with joy and excitement!   He greets me with the same joy no matter how briefly I’ve been away from him.

Rocket has no need for greed; except maybe when it comes to his favorite treat.  He does not wish for wealth.  He is rich as long as he has food to eat, a roof over his head and an owner that gives him lots of love and attention.

Rocket does not look at another dog and envy the fancy car he is riding in or the cool scarf he is wearing that day.  He doesn’t care a bit as long as he’s with me.  Just the pleasure of my company is enough for him.

Rocket does not judge.  He doesn’t care about the color of your skin or what church you go to.  He could care less if my hair looks good or my socks match.  If you wanted to wear a pink tutu to work, it would be just fine with him.  Rocket would be just as happy to get a belly scratch or a treat from you if you had 100 tattoos and piercings or none at all.

Rocket is no slacker.  His job is to keep me company, be a soft spot when I need to snuggle, act adorable at all times and entertain.  He has Never shirked his duties.  He is Always there for me.  He can lend a sympathetic ear or a soft shoulder.  He can be a goof ball and crack me up when I least expect it.

We could all learn a lot from our dogs.  I try to live up to the standards of the person my dog thinks I am!

The Adventure of Moving With Pets


Moving can be quite the adventure.  It can either be a good experience or a bad one.

My pets seem to have mixed reviews about their new space.  My little dog, Rocket, is fine with it.  He’s enjoying all the new smells to investigate and a little yard that is all his to pee and poop in!  He is just happy to be there.

Rocket

Rocket has a joyous attitude about everything in life.  He is just a very happy little guy.  There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t make me smile.

My cat, Otis, has a totally different attitude about the whole thing.  He stayed hidden during most of the first 2 days.  I had him snuggle up in bed with me, but he would wander off into another room and start yowling and hollering!  Maybe he felt lost.  I don’t know.

 Otis 2

Everything around these animals is new.  After the movers left, then the Charter guy showed up to hook up my internet.  After he left the guys delivered my washer & dryer.

So not only is my kitty in a new place but there are strangers here too!  A very frightening experience!

Otis’ litter box is in a new place.  His food has been moved.  The living room is twice the size of the last one, etc., etc.

Otis is an indoor kitty.  So his world is very small and I have just messed with EVERYTHING in his world!

With Otis hollering the 3 of us didn’t get a lot of sleep the first couple of nights in the new place.

The first thing I had to find was the dog and cat food and of course their treats!  The fact that I cannot function without coffee had to take a back seat to the pets’ needs.  So after the “kids” were settled in, THEN I could look for my coffee pot, filters and coffee.

The adventure continues….. Maybe tonight I’ll finally find the coffee cups!