Wicked Good

Do you prefer the good witch or the bad witch?

As you can see from my picture, I prefer the good witch!

Yesterday I attended the second annual Halloween party at a little retirement home I visit.

Last year the party hinged on my participation.

The residents said to the social worker that they would only attend if Bella comes dressed up.

So like a good witch, I put on my costume and rode my broomstick to the community room.

When I think of Halloween parties and parades, I usually think of little kids all dressed and sugared up.

Although there were no kids and no sugar, there were lots of happy faces. You could even see people smiling through their masks.

I guess I was a really good witch this year because the residents gave me a gift card to PETCO.

What a treat! I guess now they expect more tricks!

Happy Halloween and I hope you have a wicked good time!

Bronze

It feels so rewarding to bring home the bronze.

Especially when it is accompanied by a bag of treats!

Saturday I took third in a Halloween pet costume contest.

It was pretty stiff competition, but I strutted my stuff in my plump little pumpkin costume.

Some of you say, how could my mom make me wear such a thing?

Treats, I tell you! Mmmm, good!

Although for the amount of funny things my mom makes me wear, somehow I think the bag of treats should be bigger!

Just kidding!

Stay tuned for my next Halloween costume – the pumpkin outfit is just a warm up!

Rainbow of Love

If only each day was as beautiful as a backdrop vibrantly colored fall mums.

I wish I could have brought my friend Sally to see this rainbow of mums. I feel bad that I made Sally cry last week.

Some might assume that I neglected my pet therapy duties by making her cry.

But, I think the cry was good for Sally as she learned an important lesson that day.

When Sally saw another little boy wrap his arms around me and enjoy my puppy kisses, she ran straight home crying all the way.

Sally sobbed and sobbed and thought that I no longer loved her.

Poor little girl, I still love you silly Sally!

Sally’s grandma called to let me know about the situation and as soon as I received the news I trotted right over to Sally’s house.

As Sally stroked my back and cuddled up next to me, I explained that it is important to share our love with others, especially our family and friends.

Like the rainbow of mums, my love is an endless ray of color and cheer and there is plenty of it to go around!

A Blessing

As I sat quietly outside of the church waiting for the “blessing of the animals,” I though about a dog I met at the park today.

He only had three legs.

When I first saw him, I could feel a lump begin to form in my throat.

I couldn’t help but feel sad for him and I wondered how he got around with just three legs.

And then I saw my answer.

Just fine!

In fact, I think he was one of the happiest dogs I ever met.

Watching him romp around with his friends made me feel so warm inside.

I admired his ability to make the best of his situation and continue to enjoy the simple pleasures of life like spending a sunny day outside with friends.

His joy for life was moving and the memory of him running in the park will be a reminder for me to count my blessings.