Senorita Jakita Reveals Momma

So really,  tell me, you ask,  what kind of trouble does Momma give you? First off, she can not sit in one place more than five minutes. Then she’s off, letting the cats in or out, getting a drink of water, running to the computer, busy at house work, shoveling snow in the winter, weeding in the summer and  rearranging the basement or the garage. Momma, please, just sit down in one place, I beg.  I need my rest.  I am a dog with a medical history, don’t you know. Sometimes I just feel dizzy, following around behind you.

When I have a really bad day, I just pray, ‘Momma, just  slow down’….which brings the next question. Do puppy prayers get heard in heaven? I pray, I do – maybe because Momma is the ‘praying type’ – but maybe because I truly want to bring happiness, protection and justice to Two and Four Footed creatures.  I am not proud, I will take what ever help I can get, to achieve that end. Also, I like the whole idea of the Golden Rule, the older and wiser I get – the doing on to others as you would have them do onto you.

If anyone needs to pay his or her penance for impatience, attitude and occasionally not listening, maybe it is (was, we hope), me and don’t say I said it, but Momma too.  You can be sure I want to run free with Teddy and Zanny in Pet Heaven (Teddy  will have to keep any eye on Zanny until I get there so she does not run off). I just imagine catapulting into  the arms of RIP Daddy, where I understand that the finest architects design amazing structures that are  inlaid with shimmering gemstones, creating a sea of rainbows.  The grass, like a thick carpet,  is always Kelly green, bold pillars are sculpted from pure quartz and  crystal. It is rumored that the Pearly Gates are made of the finest  gold and silver, its’ metallic brilliance off set  with different creamy colours and  sizes  of pearls, some of which, it is said (I kid you not) are the size of beach balls.

Who wouldn’t want to make an investment now, for a future like that?

But I am getting off track – what else does Momma do that ‘takes the joy out of your living’, you ask.  Well, she gets that rickety ladder out of the shed room, (Okay , I know what the heck is a Shed Room?) brings it to the kitchen, opens it up, climbs right to the top rung, as it wobbles precariously back and forth.  She stretches more, more, until her fingertips are just barely touching the light bulb she has to replace.  I am at the bottom, just whimpering,

‘Get down from there, Momma, you are going to fall, this is way too dangerous, you are going to fall and break your neck or back or something equally as importance to my well-being.  What can a little doggie do, when you are lying, in a heap at the bottom of the ladder? I can’t call        9-1-1.  Why can’t you do this when Wonder Boy is home?’  ‘Oh, okay.’ I say in a huff, ‘If you insist on climbing up there, I am leaving the kitchen.  That way, at least, if you fall, it won’t be on my sorry bones.’  Ya think she listens to me – no, Momma is one of those ‘learn the hard way’ types and a very lucky one at that, so far.

And there is more and I vow to tell it all.