From A Dog's Point of View

In honor of Mother's Day, Karma the Dogma will be writing this entry...
Today is a great day!  This morning my momma took me for a run at Bluff Creek.  Sometimes when we run there we meet up with the short girl, or the one with dark hair, or the one that falls a lot.  Sometimes other dogs come today, but today was just me and my momma.  I didn't have to deal with those squawking birds at our house or that other dog, or even my dad.  It was just us.

Sometimes I think she is part dog, too.  When she runs, she's like that great ancestor of mine that lived with Pavlov.  She'll run for a while, then hear a beep and start walking.  Then she walks until she hears a beep, then starts running.  I think she's one of Pavlov's dogs.  She's well trained.  But, she never stops to sniff!   That I just can't understand!  There are some many great smells out on the trail that she misses out on.  I try to tell her, but she just keeps on going.  Occasionally she stops to look at something, but I think she's too tall to small all the cool stuff down here.

Speaking of smells, I smelled one of those weird cats today.  I've met one once before and was quite offended.  Usually when I see a cat, or they see me, the RUN.  Last year I met the most beautiful cat.  She was black with a very fluffy tail.  She had this great white stripe that traveled the length of her body.  She didn't run when we met.  I tried to be friends with her, but she turned her back on me and FARTED!  Oh my what a fart that was!  Mom and Dad wouldn't even let me in the house.  I smelled one of those farts today but didn't go investigate.



The things she collects!


My mom does this other crazy thing when she runs.  Whenever we come to a little yellow sparkly thing, she stops to pick it up.  Today she got, umm, what am I saying?  I can't count.  Not sure what she does with those things, but she sure has a lot.  If I had hands, I'd help her carry them.

Before we even started running, mom filled my bowl with water and tried to get me to drink.  But, I wasn't thirty then.  Oh, mother knows best.  Halfway through the run my tongue was dragging on the ground.  Thank goodness she carries a drink with her.  I used to be afraid of that bottle.  It splashed in my face.  But, there's some good stuff in there!  Today it had a little grape flavor. 

I came across a rock that I think was alive.  It smelled like some kind of creature, but it didn't move.  I was puzzled.  A rock that smells alive?  I looked at my mom and she said something that sounded like "Turtle."  Whatever that means...  We ran on.

Eventually we came to my favorite place on the trail!  The pond!  I swam, drank water, and my mom didn't even yell at me for getting wet and dirty.  Oh, how I love it here.  Trail running with my mom!  OK, she's not my actual birth mother, but she IS MY MOM.  And I'm so glad I got to spend Mother's Day with her.