Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Cinnamon Christmas


Have you ever thought about what a holiday, special occasion or even just a lazy Saturday looked like through the eyes of your pet?? I have, and thus my entry today. I am sure I don’t have all of the details correct, but I think this gets you pretty close (hour by hour) to what her Christmas this year was all about.

6:00am
Wow I have to potty. I have been in this hot room all night – sleeping on the big bed with mom and dad – and I drank an entire bowl of water before they lifted me up here. Yes, I definitely have to potty. Too bad I don’t have hands. I have no way of getting outside to do my business. Well…I will do the only thing I know will work…wine!! Yep. Wine, wine, wine. It works every time.

6:20am
Burrrr. It was really cold outside. All that white stuff makes it hard for me to walk, but it makes the potty spots really easy to find. I can see them all lit up in bright yellow!! Ah well, back to sleep.

9:00am
What…why are you moving? Hey, where is everyone going? I don’t want to get up, but I don’t want to stay here alone. Mom, don’t leave; we were all snuggled up and warm and now you are leaving. Why? What is going on out there? Sniff, sniff, sniff….oh. Oh!!! Something smells like heaven. Ok, get me down. I don’t know how to get out of this bed on my own. Help dad. Fast!!!! My tongue is out, my mouth is watering. Is that my food that smells so wonderful!! Yum yum yum yum.

10:00am
Nope. That was not my food that smelled so yummy. I did get some cheese though. Um…I like cheese.
I got a new bone and treats too. Dad put something on my head and kept smiling at me. What was he smiling at? Mom made that flash thing and smiled too. Everyone was smiling at me – do I have bed head or morning breath or something? What is so funny? Humf. Time to lay down for a bit. Just a second to rest my eyes and……snore.

11:00am
Opened my eyes – everyone is still here. Humf….Snore.

1:30pm
Yawn…stretch…hum, thirsty. Come on legs. One, two, threeeeee…four. Fhew. All legs are up. Over to water bowl. Get a nice cold drink. Sniff around. Make two laps around the house for good measure. Come back to bed. One, two, threeeeee. Humpf. Down. Snore.

3:00pm
There is something crawling on me. What? Ahhh it is that little thing, Hunter is what they call him. Boy is that annoying. Can we get rid of that…thing? Maybe leave it outside or something? It moves too fast and makes too much noise. Grrrrr. What a bother.

3:30
Gotta go, gotta go! Take me out please.

4:00pm
Pet time. Yup. That is right. I will keep putting my head under your hand for you to pet me. I like this way too much to let you stop. I love this. It is because I love you. Tail wag. Thump thump thump. This means I’m happy. Oh…let me just roll to my side to give you more surface to pet. Side dog – your favorite!

5:00pm
Yum, yum, yum. I smell dinner. My dinner? Nope – you are all at the table eating some good foods. What do I get? Ok. You are eating your dinner so I will go eat mine. Drink my drink. Come over and lay under the table. Maybe I will get a yummy bit. Burrrp!!! My my, where did that come from? Me???

6:30pm
Ball time? Play? Take the ball, one fetch, lay down, I’m done.

7:30pm
All that food, all that water….gotta go again! Quick, quick. Maybe we can go for a walk too? Smell the sights – yes!!

8:00pm
Nice walk. Now time for a nice sit. Lets turn that sit into a lay. Ah yeah – that is nice. Head down. Snore.

9:45pm
Potty time. Once more. Promise, just one.

10:00pm
Back to bed. Lift me up please. Nigh nigh.

This is Christmas from Cinnamon's POV. What a great day!!! Love you girl.


-L

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

14 Years Old


Christmas eve 1994 Cinnamon was born.
She had a whole lot of brothers and sisters all with Christmas themed names, her name was Bell, but that didnt last for long.

We came to pick her out and looking at her whole family she was the runt, but that's who I chose. Mom painted her nails pink on one foot so we would know it was her when we came back. How ever many weeks later, we came back and took her home.

We originally were going to name her Starr, to keep in the Christmas theme because we (or perhaps I) didn't like Bell. Instead we named her Cinnamon because of her dark coat, cinnamon colored, and because my parents named their two goldens we had when we grew up after spices, Ginger and Sage.
So we kept the tradition going with her.

Today, fourteen years later it is her birthday again, and we decided to start a blog to record the next hundred million years of her life, as a memory.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Cinnamon, happy birthday to you.


-M & L