Pawsitively Kimmy

Three Hundred and Thirteen Paws

Dear Brothers,

You both have the cutest laughs. Sometimes I smile and laugh too. I’m best at smiling though, laughing is a little bit more challenging for dogs because it is a unique combination of a smile-pant and tail wag. I smile boldly when I am playing out in the yard. I love to race around and feel the air flap my ears. This also makes you both laugh too, to see my flying around the yard being a free and happy dog.

Who knew I could ensue such laughter? I think that’s one of the best sounds in the world, baby laughter and cheerfulness. Other times I listen to crying or whining sounds. When you have really large feelings over and over I have a hard time listening to it and so I need to get outside and relax my body. I love you both so much and I try to help you through your feelings. So, let’s work together on breathing and then smile together.

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Twelve Paws

Dear Brothers,

Hi there pups. Did you know that sometimes we can just eat bananas? For example, we can just open the banana and take a big chomp and enjoy it, without any oatmeal? You did this today LDB and I enjoyed a bite after you had your treat on the plate. Mama gives me double sneaky bites sometimes by the trash can so that I can share in the tastiness and you can relax with your own snack. Sometimes we all just need a treat to carry us through the morning time.

Speaking of tastiness, I smelled something delicious this morning. You were making these things called, “Muffins,” with mama and I wasn’t super sure about what they were but you had a lot of fun pouring, stirring, banging, and mixing all of the things called ingredients. Mama put it into the oven and I sniffed and sniffed from my cozy blanket bed. IRB sang some loud songs and baby words from his space and then later, you ate the treat. But, alas, you did not offer any for me to eat. Why is that? I thought we shared the foods from time to time, especially if they are new! You were explaining all of the tastiness of baking to IRB, your finger puppets and to me too. I gotta go get my nap on lil’ dudes. Enough with the words.

Love you both,

Xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Eleven Paws

Dear World,
What is going on? Why are humans wearing masks on their faces? I do not understand this business at all. I also don’t understand why some humans wear masks and others don’t? Shouldn’t there be some sort of consistency happening here? Hmmm. I should consult with mama about this. I asked you LDB and you couldn’t explain what was happening so I’m a bit unsure still. Perhaps IRB knows… but alas, he doesn’t speak my language or English for that matter.

So bizarre, so strange. What if dogs were in charge of this planet? Or cats for that matter? Things would be seemingly well adjusted. The cats would think that they rule, the dogs would let them believe this to be true, everyone would cover up their business outside by scraping dirt, rocks, and leaves on it, and food would be free; naps would be required, and cuddles wouldn’t be optional. What do you think of that? I think it sounds terrific. So much so that, perhaps I’ll just go dream about that right now. I’m going to act on it! Night night, or have a nice nap, whichever might apply to you.

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Ten Paws

Dear Tiniest Human IRB,

Hi dude. I love you. You’ve got the smallest human fingers I have seen since your brother was tiny. I don’t know how you grow them so small and sweet. Sometimes I walk up to you and give you kisses. Just know that if I do that, it’s because I am marking you as my human and that I am showing my doggy love.

Occasionally I get to your toes too, but those have been tucked away for the last few weeks as this rainy weather has set in. It’s hard to believe that our toes and paws haven’t touched warm grass in so long. It seems like we were just sinking our tootsies into the sand at the beach and now this, cold, rain, liquid sunshine days are back again. That reminds me of a song, “Happy days are here again,” I like that song. Sometimes mama sings that song with someone else’s voice in the background. Hmmm, I’m not quite sure who wrote it, but it always makes me wag my tail a bit. I’m pretty tired on this here couch. Gotta get my sleeps in. Don’t tell your brother that I’m laying in his spot. Not that there are, “technically,” spots in our house, but he sure thinks that there are. I love you lil’ one.

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Nine Paws

Dear Puppy Brothers,

Hi there. As we are all well aware, the rainy season is upon us in the Paw-cific Northwest. Yesterday an atrocity transpired. I stepped in, “My own doggy-doo.” Now, as if this weren’t the worst part of it, mama insisted on filling up a bucket with warm soapy water and then washed my foot and paw thoroughly on the back patio while you looked on LDB. She was quite gentle and reassured me that things are, “Ok, it happens,” I did not feel so great.

Afterwards I stomped around on some towels and was wiped off with them before retiring to my bed. What an ordeal of sorts. I tell you what, this rain and poo business has me plumb tuckered out. I forgot what a messy business it is when it rains and rains and rains outside. Leo, you and mama took off on a long walk puddle splash hunt and I rested on my bed. In some ways I was grateful to sit, lay down, and relax in dream land because of the morning’s trauma. Sometimes when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade and sit tight.

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Eight Paws

Dear Brothers,

Hi there. Kimmy dog, aka the napping doggo on the giant bed. Mama is staring at me while I send her my messages. Here’s my thoughts for today:

Tell your family you love them.
Eat food, drink water, and play hard.
Soak up the sun and nap in the shade.
Lick your toys and love them up.
Repeat.
xo, Kimmy

Three Hundred and Seven Paws

Dear LDB,

Hiya. How’s it going little friend? I’m sleeping, and you’re sleeping, and so is tiniest human babe, IRB. I’ve been looking forward to our sleep time together all morning. I’m waiting for you by the red slide, but I haven’t seen you yet. Did you lose your way with Cubba, the imaginary dog friend? Sometimes Cubba distracts you from meeting me and then you both just emerge and start chasing me.

This morning you were informing Irving about your dreams. You told him, “Baby-I, you not in my dreams, only Kimmy and Cubba in my dreams, mama in your dreams Baby-I, uh-huh, yeah.” I’m not sure if you’re aware of this Leo, but you don’t actually know who is in Irving’s dreams. I mean, I could be in his dreams because he has the secret code to unlocking the dream pathway too.

Do you remember what I taught you about? Hmmm? Now, this is a true test to see if you were indeed, listening. I can recall when you listened to me and you said, “Ok Kimmy, you trust me, I know, I don’t tell the secret code.” I’m concerned that you may have forgotten, but I’ll ask you later when we’re all awake. But wait, upon second thought, I’m wondering now if that is the reason why you have not showed up for our dream play. Oh my goodness, how could you have forgotten our word? I’ll tell you what, when you meet Bella the dream gatekeeper cat, make sure to whisper: paws, she’ll know how to guide you from there. Here’s hoping that I see you soon!

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Six Paws

Dear Brothers,

Hello small humanoids, ok, you’re actually called humans. I’m not sure where the robot speak came from there. It just slips out every now and then when I am trying to be funny. LDB, did you know that sometimes we play excavator vs. Kimmy?

I’m excellent at this game, especially when it is played outside on the patio. I leap with cheetah like bounds, and fly through the air like an eagle to romp away from the machine. Mama and dada are always supervising, which is fine, but I’m just waiting for the day when that excavator comes my way and I can lead it to the path of no return, aka, towards the fence. There are a lot of things that run to the fence and don’t return. Some of these things include, but are not limited to, “Squirrels, possums, rats, crows, tiny birds, and yellow jackets.

Do you know what is beyond the fence of our yard? Want to take a guess? Go ahead, come on, make it a good guess! A wetland, that’s right! Occasionally there are frogs that leap and bound up from the wet grassy bushes and trees, but they are seldom seen. I look for them in our strawberry patch though. That was the last place that the frogs made a sighting. You and I discovered a froggy friend last year, but we’ve not found one ever since. I’m thinking that they know tiny humans frolic and their doggy guard, me, aka the Kimmy is in charge. Boy, that was a lot of explaining and teaching in one letter entry. I need to go have a snooze. I love you,

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Five Paws

Dear littlest brother,

Hi sweet baby. You have quite a big voice for such a small body. Has anyone ever told you that before? Both you and your brother have big amazing voices. We love hearing you talk, sing, and share your thinking. I do have a hard time though when you cry. I just want to lick your ears until you feel better again. I know that mama, dada, and brother feel the same way. Although, mama has explained that sometimes babies blow off their frustration and steam through crying a little bit. When I was a puppy I used to mumble and grumble a bit and then race around and around to get all those feelings out of my body. It is definitely challenging to be a small anything, baby, puppy, kitten, toddler human, you name it.

Earlier today we romped around in the rain and liquid sunshine in our backyard. We had a nice time until I was finished with the rain. You did not seem too pleased to be without my presence, however I am a dog of many virtues but hanging out in the rain for too long is not one of them. You see, my paws absorb heat and wet and I am not fond of feeling all wet and cold in between my toes. Would you be fond of that feeling? You talk about your toes quite often LDB and I know that you don’t like it when you get fluff in the inside of your toes. You like to clean them out every now and then, and can even insist on doing so upon re-entry to the house after playing for a bit. So, now that all this toes business is taken care of, let’s be clear, we like to play: yes, we like our toes: yes, we don’t like cold toes: yes, so when our toes are cold: we go inside. Yes? Yes!

xo,

Kimmy

Three Hundred and Four Paws

Dear family,

Hi there, Kimmy doggy here to fill you in on some current feelings. Did y’all know that I am quite aware of your usage of technology? By this I mean, I know that y’all photos and videos of me. I understand just how photogenic I am, but please paws or pause and think, “Would Kimmy like to have a photo or memory of this current moment?”

Now, by this I mean, is it truly necessary to photograph me while I am in the midst of a sneeze, or cough, or sigh when one of the little’s is accosting me? I mean now really, m-o-m. I do understand that you want to capture moments throughout life to share and look back upon, but sometimes, it’s more than enough to just take the moment in and appreciate it for what it is, a memory and moment we share with each other. Sometimes us doggy’s like to keep some things sacred, and I do know that you understand that, most of the time. That’s why I thought I should write a little reminder and put it out there. I love and appreciate the picture and video times, but sometimes mental snapshots are best.

xo,

Kimmy