Thursday, January 30, 2014

Writer's Workshop- my dog Odie.

1.) A childhood pet…where are they now?
2.) Share one of your “did that really just happen to me” life moments.
3.) The last thing you felt guilty about.
4.) List 6 things you do as a parent that you swore you would never do.
5.) The best part of my day is…

I got Odie when I was 3. He was born to Trixie, who my mom said was my dad's dog, because she had told him she didn't want a girl dog and he took her anyway. I named him Rascal, but my brother renamed him Odie, because he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. Looking back now, I have a lot of guilt around Odie. He was a sweet, lovable dog, but he was an outside dog, so he didn't get as much love as he should have. When he got sick, his legs gave out in the back and I'd come home from High School musical practice and found him crying in a mud puddle in the rain. I lifted his 70lb body into his box and gave him a can of wet dog food. I reached in and petted his head and he licked my hand. My dad had him put to sleep the next morning and buried him behind my grandmother's house with his mom Trixie and his uncle, Hutch. I've often thought about him at the Rainbow Bridge. I hope he crossed with my Dad, but I'll be excited to give him the love he deserved here!
Mama’s Losin’ It