I'm a tad late, but here's my Sunday Scribblings.
It's so funny because my husband and I have mini-arguments about the inner lives of our pets all the time. He favors our cat, so when he talks about his inner mind, Brian talks in a deep, refined voice. When he talks about our dog's inner mind, he talks like a dopey three year old. But anyway...
The Inner Lives of Pets
She, the human, said
What a crap day. Overcast, humid. My hair is going to frizz up any second. And I'm late. Again. I wonder if my boss will notice. Of course she will. It's already a quarter to 9 and I'm stuck dragging this mutt around the block. I still need to shower, get dressed, and pack my lunch. And I want to fit in some meditation. I need to practice that stay in the moment stuff. Come on, dog, pee already!
She, the dog, said
A walk! Yea! I love walks. A rock! Yea! I love rocks. Grass! Yea! I love grass. A ball! Yea! I really love balls! Everything smells so good! I just want to sniff, and sniff, and sniff. And eat some grass. Yum. I love grass! Ahh, what's this? I need to pee. Man, it feels good to pee.