Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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The yellow flower photo-shoot

Hey everybody, it’s me, Penny! Again!

Those of you that remember Katie know that every spring mom took her somewhere to do a yellow flower photo-shoot. It started out as a joke, since mom’s yellow flowers aren’t all that exotic.

But it turned into a fun outing for them and mom got some really sweet photos of Katie smiling at her parks.

Well now, mom doesn’t want to give that up so guess what mom and I did last week?

I suppose that wasn’t very hard to guess, was it!

Yep, mom rushed me over to Katie’s park when the sun came out one day. She had seen lots of yellow flowers in people’s yards and she figured as long as the park staff hadn’t mowed we’d be good.

And we were!

There were sooooo many pretty yellow flowers that I could hardly decide where to sit. In fact I didn’t want to sit at all.

I mean, if you’ve got the space and time, why not run through the yellow flowers with the wind in your furs? Right? So I did.

Several times.

Mom says I’m a very good model. I say as long as she has treats I’ll be a good model.

Cause if there’s one thing that Katie taught me it’s that you only have to sit for one photograph as a time and the flow of treats should be constant. And when the treats are done, so am I.

Thanks Katie-girl. You’re the best big sister ever!

Now I have to go comfort mom because she says that after looking at these pictures she realizes that I’m growing up too fast. She says she wants to slow it all down, but I gotta tell her, there’s no slowing me down!

Signing off for now, your flower girl, Penny.


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Three

Penny here.

We interrupt mom’s exciting (not) bird stories to show you a picture she just found on her laptop of my sister Bonnie. Bonnie was mom and dad’s sheltie before Katie. Obviously I never got to meet her, but I hear she was a very good girl.

Looks like mom was into yellow flowers decades ago!

Here’s Bonnie.

And here’s Katie.

And here’s me!

The yellow flower sisters!

PS: I hear today is International Sheltie Day, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate it than posting about my sisters!

Talk later, your historian pal,

Penny.


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A dreamy conversation

Katie visited me in my dreams last night. I can’t remember the entire conversation, but I remember some, and the comfort her visit provided:

“Hey mama, I love you.”

“I know you do, baby-girl.”

Yea, but it seemed like maybe you needed to hear it.”

“Yes, I’ve been missing you something terrible.”

“I’ve noticed, mama. You’ve got to stop thinking about the day I crossed the bridge.”

“I know. But everywhere I look I remember you.”

“I’d think you’d be too busy with the new kid to spend much time missing me.”

“You’d think, right?”

“She seems like an OK kid, mama, but you can’t let her break all the rules, you know?”

“Like I did with you, huh?”

“Well, yea. Like you did with me. You’ve noticed she’s really smart, right?”

“Oh yes, we’ve noticed.”

“Well, she’s going to want to do lots of stuff, and some of it will be stuff you did with me and you can’t be crying all the time, OK? It’s not fair to the kid.”

“You’re right. I can’t be doing that. She deserves more from her mom.”

“She doesn’t call you mama?”

Nope, you’re the only one that calls me that. She calls me mom. But I’ll always be your mama.”

“I know mama. Always.”

“Always and forever, baby girl.”

“OK mama, now get going on the training…I watched that yellow flower photo shoot and frankly she’s got a lot to learn.”

“Awww give her a break, sweetie. She’s only 5 months old. She’ll figure it out once she stops putting everything into her mouth..”

“I know, mama. Well, I just wanted to stop by and tell you I love you. And to remind you to do right by the kid. I’m watching.”

Thanks, Katie-girl, it sure was nice of you to stop by.”

“Oh, I’m always here, mama. Always.”

“I know baby-girl. I know.”