Guest Blogger: Izzy (the dog)
Dear Mom,
Let me lead off by saying I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t amount to much coming from a dog - but it is true.
I do not know all the details, but Dad filled me in on what the end result was… and needless to say, it wasn’t good. I really had no clue what had happened, I remember you hitting the floor - but I just thought you wanted to play with my toy lamb. I love that lamb. I really do.
When I saw you on the ground next to it, I couldn’t help but to think that we had something in common (a love for a stuffed lamb), and it made my heart smile. Little did I know that you were not getting down to play with my lamb at all, actually you were hurt. Hurt, by something I did.
That… didn’t make my heart smile.
I get excited easily. Guess it is the puppy in me, still holding on… not wanting to be overtaken to my grown-up side. Yes, I do have a grown-up side… you have said it before yourself. Actually, it can be easily confused with my sleepy side, because honestly they are the same. When I get sleepy… I calm down. Calm = grown up. Or at least to most folks, it appears that way.
Yesterday when you let me inside, I was so excited to get to come in. Not to mention, Grandma & Grandpa were there and you know I love them so much. I saw them for just a second and then I was wisked inside - which I thought would mean that Grandma & Grandpa would be in there to pet me. After a quick look around, I noticed this was not the case. So I headed for the door to find them.
That is where we met. As you probably remember, I tried to stop - I hit the brakes hard. That tile floor doesn’t do much for my brakes, specially with my nails being a little long. So we collided. It definitely wasn’t intentional. Please believe that. When Dad told me everything, I could barely remember what happened - since I didn’t even know you were hurt.
Mikey tried to tell me something was wrong… but I thought he was crazy (and I still think he is a lil). When Dad pulled me aside last night though, it became clear that I had really done a number on your knee. I figured something was wrong, because no one fed me lunch and I didn’t see you guys until late… I just figured that y’all had been drinking. That is usually the case.
I guess what I am trying to say is I let the puppy in me get out of hand and I’m sorry. I mean it. If there is anything I can do for you… like chase squirrels, eat random objects or sleep on the bed next to you… I’m here for you. Seriously.
Just ask.
Love - Izzy (the dog)
P.S. - My memory of the event is a lil cloudy and as I think about it more and more… I really think it could have been Mikey. Pretty sure I saw him run off all Tonya Harding style. Pretty sure of it. Oh and I attached a picture to remind you how cute I am and that I would love a chance to sit next to you.
I used to swim in high school.
Everyone hates Mosquitoes, unless you’re some weirdo with a fetish for the dart-like demons… if so, you might want to stop reading now. If you are like us, come summertime, fighting those bloodsuckers is just something you have to do. At least if you want a comfortable place to hang out with friends on a warm summer day. The reason we started looking for natural or organic ways to repel mosquitoes, is because of a few things. Two reasons really. 
