Brush Fires/Cookie Crisis

It’s Shiloh again. Sorry that I went a moment without writing in my blog, but I couldn’t find the pink Barbie typowriter that I use.  I know I spelled that wrong. Barbie machines don’t have that feature Mom’s phone has that corrects your spellin.

Anyway, we live not far from a city called Glendale, and we’re out in the hills so when the hills catch fire, it’s pretty scarifying. I was nervous for days because I smelled smoke and felt it sting my little eyes. Mommy and Grandma were acting normally, but a dog knows when the humans are hiding something. We have super spidey senses, but for dogs..not spiders.

When Mom was sleeping, I jumped on her phone and stalked her on Facebook like I do, and saw some videos and photos she’d taken of the fire, so that confirmed my suspicion. A fire was coming for my cookies! Perhaps, but no..I can’t even think of it..my squeaky toys! Possibly my brothers and sisters as well, but…but..my squeakies, though!

Safety first, so I took them all and hid them under a blanket where no fire could ever find them, then I slept on top of them for days. I mean, I got up to eat and to poop but I guarded them whenever convenient. The hills near our house kept burning and going out only to burn some more, then go out again. The humans in yellow pants have a building right behind our house so I could watch them coming and going. They came and went a lot, but now I don’t smell so much smoke anymore and the air isn’t stinging my eyes. Whatever they did out there, it seemed to work.

We still need some rain though. If you know anyone with some extra rain, can you ask them to send it over here to us? Also, the fire took my cookies. I know it did. As is my usual morning, afternoon and evening routine, I went to the cubby and barked. A lot. This is when a human will always open it for me and hand over the cookies just to shush me up. Now, the humans say something I’ve never understood before. “It’s all gone, Shiloh. There’s no more.” What?? I understand everything in humanese except for “no” and “all gone”. What does that even mean? Let me know if you know.

My theory is that the fire snuck into the room where the cookies are kept, slithered into the cubby, stole them, and ran away. I have no proof, so it’s alleged. Allegedly..the fire is a thief of the worst sort.

To make up for my lack of cookies, I’ve been stalking Mom like a total stalker whenever she’s in the kitchen doing things with food. I did it so much, she caught it on camera because she thinks I’m cute. I’m not though, I’m upset! The cookie withdrawals are real and she needs to fix it soon or I will lose my fuzzy little mind!

I hope everyone near the fire is safe and full of cookies, but I’m not out of those woods yet. My organic pumpkin cookies are life. Without them, I am but a husk. An empty shell..oh. I think Mom bought more.

Gotta go, Guys!

Love,

Shiloh

Cookie Negotiations

 

From my Fuzzy View

So, I’m just a little dog who makes funny videos and occasionally tells stories about things. I’m not even allowed to (legally) vote, so I don’t get all political. I just think humans are doing it all wrong, and should be more like dogs. I’ve made a handy list of the reasons why dogs are better than humans in some ways. Okay, all ways..we’re cuter than you, too but that’s another post.

  1. We don’t physically attack other dogs for having different opinions than we do.
  2. We judge people based only on their actions. If you’re kind to us, we love you. Simple.
  3. We forgive even those who hurt us badly, or consistently. Such is our heart.
  4. We don’t hate other dogs based on their breed. We sniff everyone and give them a chance.
  5. The sassiest dog still shows gratitude, loyalty and love to those who are kind to us.
  6. We never abandon anyone.
  7. We don’t care what you look like, how old you are, how you dress or what you weigh. Your kindness is all we value.
  8. We never tell a lie. Feign innocence, yes, but actually lie? Never.
  9. We don’t feel hate. We just can’t. Our heart was not built for that.
  10. We don’t care what human you choose to love, so long as you show us love.

I’m just a Lhasa Apso, not a philosopher. I don’t have all the answers, but..just saying. You people are doing life all wrong.

My advice no one asked for is to take a moment. Review what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling, and if a lot of is negative, is it worth the energy and stress?

In either case, I can only recommend a huge dose of love from your nearest dog or human loved one. Go hug someone today, and pause to feel gratitude that they are there with you.

I heard someone on TV or somewhere say “Life is too short, and death is far too long.”

Take it from someone with a much shorter life than your own. It’s true.

 

I will hop off my soapbox now and go eat cookies, but I’ll be thinking about you, Humans. I will be hoping you stop tearing into each other like I tear into a new squeaky toy and start showing yourselves and each other a lot more love.

 

Stay fabulous!

 

xooxox