With it really being too hot to walk to the pond and sniff for frogs along the banks, she sat down in the cool shade of the old oak tree to do some reflecting. As she sat listening to the sounds of the acorns falling through the branches, they would occasionally hit a limb and sound like rifle shots giving her a start. The wind blowing through the trees, quiet and peaceful with the occasional whisper of leaves falling. It was the perfect time to think about her upcoming Gotcha Day.
I've been with Mom and Dad for almost five years now. Halloween will be my fifth Gotcha Day. Maybe this is why I love fall and Halloween so much. Grinning in anticipation of the pawty her pawrents were having to celebrate her big day, Molly decided she was one lucky pup. I don't have to get into the car and travel to a park to walk in a forest. I have a home with pawrents that love me and take care of my every need. My Birthdays and Gotcha Days are never forgotten and are cause for a celebration here at my house.
Giving a yawn in the comfortably warm shade of the old oak, Molly came to a simple realization, I'm glad I'm a dog that is so very loved. With an amused smile on her face, Molly thought to herself, I don't care about the blogs Mom writes about me, the pictures she makes , the Twitter feed or the FaceBook page, I'm simply glad I am a dog lucky enough to be so loved.
Happy fall dear furiends and may we pray that every dog gets a Happy Gotcha Day.
Love, Molly and my Mom