Miss Lillie

Hello,

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Miss Lillie Solsbery. My owners (actually I own them), or parents as they refer to themselves, call me a lot of names – Lillie, Lilliegirl, The Lillie-nator, Lillie Faye, Lillie Dale, Miss Lil, Stupid Dog (that one makes me laugh), Sweetie Lillie (that one makes me gag), or Squirrel Bucket (that one I don’t get at all). You’re confused? What about me? I have been diagnosed as schizophrenic!

It may have something to do with the fact that my master (by the way, dogs hate the “master” word) is technologically challenged as well as mentally incapable of remembering his passwords. He has come up with what he thinks is a foolproof way to remember passwords and that is using my name and variations of my name to help him navigate cyberspace.

One day in his normal, frustrated state of mind at the computer, he shouted out, “Technology and computers have gone to the dogs!” Whoa! Hold on there a minute “Mr. Attitude Man!” The dogs don’t want it! We have enough problems of our own…but I digress.

I’m sure he will share his story called “Passwords and dogs that I have known!” When he does, just humor him. He thinks he’s funny. And you have probably already read his “Humor…the Bologna of Life” post. I’m not particularly fond of this story. It makes me sound like a doofus, one who is so simple I can be manipulated with a simple treat. I’m the one doing the manipulating! I wouldn’t mind taking the pill at all but why not negotiate for the bologna in the process.

And that brings me to “Mom!” She is a mother to me in every way – from the “baby talk” to unconditional love. She operates on a more even keel than “Dad.” As he would put it in his down-home, folksy manner, he jumps around like “a roadrunner through a carwash” and all the while, Mom is deliberately getting from point A to point B. She says her job is to keep him humble and she is great at her job! She does irritate me at times with her propensity for healthy eating and watching ones weight. She even counsels Dad about all of the bologna I’m getting with my medicine.

But we are a family in every way and like all families we have our moments of being slightly dysfunctional. The key to our family is love and acceptance. Every now and then, Mr. Attitude gets it right. His belief, that we need to change the things we can but change our attitude about the things we can’t, is right on! It’s our reaction to things we have no control over that will determine our happiness. It works both ways for me. I’m trying to apply this to thunderstorms, which I have no control over, but at the same time, I use it to my advantage as I drag my butt across the carpet. I think they have finally accepted the fact that dogs just do this and probably will until the end of time!

I’ll be putting in my “two treats” worth on the blog from time to time. I think my first post will be “The Dog Whisperer: Truth or Fiction!”…just saying!

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