Life errands.
It's been a while.
Sometimes I'm here.
Sometimes I am nowhere to be found.
Simply put, I am all over the place.
I am like a bee.
In fact,
I am a busy bee.
Life assigns me errands.
And I follow them exactly as they are.
Because if I do not.
I shall not live according to my wishes.
The beautiful life will pass me by.
I will crave it from afar.
Sometimes it's fine.
It's okay to be available.
It is acceptable to be absent.
Not every time would I be available.
Not every time I accept an invitation.
That is a part of life.
My availability will be determined by my daily routine.
I live to do my daily responsibilities.
For me, that is life.
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Gloria Penelope
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She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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