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Belle's Musings
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Pocket Full of Treats:
Belle’s Musings
My mommy has done it again. She has drug me away from my daddy and the king size bed I share with Mommy and Daddy to make me sleep alone on a skinny bench. I’m always nervous when she’s driving because I never know when a cabinet is going to open and a pot is going to come flying out. My mommy calls what we travel in by the name Happy but if Happy is so Happy, why is he always throwing things at me?
My mommy travels the country talking to people about God. Every night, she gets on the computer and spends hours clicking away. Everywhere she goes, she gives people these things called quarters. She keeps quarters in one pocket and treats in the other. I don’t know why people get so excited about those quarters. I’ve tried them and they taste terrible. Take my word for it – the treats are much better.
This journey got off to a rough start. Mommy got sick and her coughing kept me up all night. She complained because no one wanted to talk to her that first week and I wondered if she’d noticed how scary her hacking and red drippy nose actually were. I thought I’d get to sleep while she was driving but every time I’d doze off, ice cold water would pour down on my head. I heard Mommy telling Daddy that the air conditioner was leaking. I’ve got news for her - that was not a leak.
I think Mommy would have put up with the flood gates opening every time Happy slowed down or sped up (after all – she wasn’t the one getting wet) but then Happy started smoking. Mommy was sitting outside talking to this person she calls Janice while the smell of smoke inside was getting worse and worse. I tried to tell Mommy but she just kept saying hush. Fat chance of that when I’m about to be turned into roast dog.
Finally, she hung up the phone and came inside. Immediately, she started crawling around all over Happy trying to find the source of the burning smell. Unfortunately, because of her cold, she couldn’t smell very well. She called Daddy but even I knew he was too far away to help.
“I’m coming home and letting our RV guy fix this,” she told daddy. “That way, he can also fix this air conditioner.” That was the best news I’d heard. I needed some sleep.
For a moment, I thought Mommy was going to leave that night. She packed up my chair (she calls this her chair but I know better) and her table. She brought in all of our gear. Since we were on top of a dark mountain and Mommy had gotten lost on our way up, I was really hoping she would wait until day light. She looked at a map, sighed, and said, “Belle, if we leave tonight, I’m afraid we’re going to get lost.” I agreed. She unplugged Happy and opened all the windows. It worked because the smell went away.
Mommy didn’t sleep much that night. I think she was worried about fires and gas leaks because she kept waking me up to make sure I was OK. Just as the sun came up, Mommy got in the driver's seat and started driving. We drove all day and way into the night. Mommy was so busy driving that she would forget to walk me. That’s really not a big problem because I can make my barking pretty annoying when I want to. She got the message. We finally arrived home and I got the first good sleep in over a week.
Mommy got Happy fixed and now we’re back on the road again. It isn’t so bad. At least I don’t get wet anymore. I like being with my mommy all the time. She gets these ridiculous notions that I’m supposed to let everyone pet me but at least she bribes me with treats. She has never fully understood how private petting is. Mommy and I take long walks in the woods and I get to smell the most delicious smells. I meet lots of dogs and get to help mommy find deer and other animals as we drive. Mommy talks about God all the time. Some of the people she talks to tend to cry. I don’t know why people have so much trouble with the God thing. He made my wonderful Mommy and Daddy so He has to be good.
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