Dad says that next weekend is Mother's Day. That means that we are supposed to think about how we feel about our mother and do something to honor her or make her feel good.

Well, my real mother is not around here anymore. Her name is Rachelle, but I haven't seen her since my human Mom and Dad adopted me almost 9 years ago. I hope she is still OK, and I do miss her, but I guess if you'd ask me, I'd say that my human Mom has done all the things that Rachelle would have done if I'd stayed with her, but I couldn't, so she didn't. So, first I say to my canine mother, Rachelle: I hope you are doing well and I miss you, but that's all I can say for you, except maybe Arff, Arf, Arrrrf.

This is mom when she was about my age. Isn't she pretty?

As for my human Mom, (her human name is Donna), I have a lot more to say about. I feel very good about her. I bet you didn't think dogs had feelings like what you humans call LOVE. We do. What do you think that licking is all about? Do you really think that you taste that good? No, it's our way of saying, I LIKE YOU. Well, that's how I feel about Mom, except much more. So I think it is LOVE.

(Dad, these nice things I feel and intend to say about Mom takes nothing away from how I feel about you. You'll have your day.)

When I was small Mom made sure I was safe while we were in the car.

Mom really cares about me. (That's a requirement for a Mom I guess.) She cares that I am fed on time, she cares that I'm feeling good. She cares a lot when I get sick and she does everything she can to make me well. She seems to know when I'm sick when Dad thinks I'm just fine. She covers me up with a blanket when she thinks I'm cold (even if I'm not really cold). She leaves a window open to give me fresh air and allows me to sniff what's outside even when I'm in the RV (that is my job anyway). She takes me on long walks at night (when Dad is asleep). She picks up my poop when someone else might step in it (like me). She makes sure my food is just the right temperature. She cooks real chicken for me and takes the skin and fat off to make sure I don't get too fat (she doesn't realize that I'd prefer the skin and fat, but I know she's doing that to protect me.) She talks to me and plays with me every morning when I come into her bedroom (even when she's only had 5 hours of sleep and wants very much to continue sleeping). She brushes me and checks my coat for ticks and takes those nasty little insects off of me (even when she is disgusted by them). She lets me go where I want on walks (Dad goes where he wants me to go, but I'm in charge with Mom) She lets me sniff and sometimes play with other dogs. She takes the stickers out of my paws when I step on one. She lays down blankets every night for me to lie on. It is very comfortable to sleep there, thanks to Mom.

Mom plays with me and makes me happy.

When the sky makes loud noises and lights, she comes and sits by me and hugs me to tell me I won't be hurt (even though I know she is scared of the noises too.)

Mom takes me to meet new friends and let's me stop and play with them.

She congratulates me when I bark at the cows and keep them away from our RV. She makes me feel worthwhile and useful. She even helps me with my spelling when I'm working on my blog.

Mom walks a lot with me and gives me plenty of exercise.

So, if you haven't understood by now, I'll tell you. My Mom is a VERY SPECIAL HUMAN and I'd have to say I couldn't make it in this human world without her. So I think it is fitting that one day a year is dedicated to thinking hard about Moms.

Mom lets me walk where I want to walk.

Mom does lots of things for me that causes her to have to work hard, miss TV programs, lose sleep, worry a lot and think of me before she thinks of herself. I don't think all Moms do that. So I'm thankful when she does it for me.

Mom used to fly on Airplanes for NASA, just like the birds do! I wish I could fly.

You might ask me, what do I do for her?

Well, I don't do nearly the things she does for me, but I'd like to do more. I show her my appreciation by being near her when it is dark. I keep the large cows away and the vicious dogs that come by us on walks and those that appear on the television screen. I kiss her hand and face when I can to show her I love her and I spend hours outside, looking down the road and waiting for her to return to the RV when she goes away. When she returns I show her how much I have missed her by being so excited that I almost pee on myself. I try to poop where she won't have to pick it up. I take the treats she gives me to make her feel good. I do everything I can to let her know I couldn't make it in this scary human world without her help.

Mom, I don't get an allowance of money, and I don't have a job that pays me human money, so I can't get you a human present. But.. maybe if you read this blog you'll know how much I care about you. Never leave me and I'll never leave you. Honest.

Happy Mothers Day MOM. I Love YOU!

Happy Mothers Day.

Please tell your Mother how much you love her. She'll feel good and keep giving you treats (even when you don't deserve them.)

Arf

Reggie