Throwback Thursday: DoNuT Worry, Be Happy

Hi there! My name is Sedona.

 

 

But you can call me Donut if you’d like. My Mom used to call me that, and who doesn’t love a donut?

NOBODY, that’s who. Nobody doesn’t love a donut!

Am I right? Of course I’m right, I’m a Corgi. Just go with it.

 

 

You’re not going to win this argument, because it’s like I always say:

I’m not just any dog. I’m a Corgi!

 

 

Winning an argument with one of us is about as common as the Pope’s visit to Disneyland. I’m not saying it never happens, I’m just asking HAVE YOU EVER SEEN an ACTUAL PICTURE of THAT? Me neither.

Moving on …

 

 

So like I say, Mom used to call me Donut.

I miss her.

 

 

Don’t get me wrong. It’s pretty spiffy up here. There are six seasons (because I said so), treats on every corner, balls thrown 24/7 just in case one of us feels the need for speed, and plenty of places to rest my head.

Snooze.

Nap.

Dream. I dream about Mom.

Sure do.

 

 

Those are the best dreams, naturally.

There was nobody like her. I just really want her to know that I’ve arrived here safely. (HI MOM!) Also (and very few of you back at sea level know this), the only tears here are happy ones. And they’re more like a gentle mist than gobs of salt water.

I want her to know that she’s going to love it here too, someday. Not for a long, long while yet. I’ll be here and I’m gonna make her feel right at home. Simply because I’m here.

Didn’t we already go over that? Keep up, kiddo!

 

When I’m not eating and frapping or playing bingo for bones, chasing balls, holding court at coffee klatches, snoopervising quilting bees and besting all the boys at shuffleboard with baloney pucks, I’ve got lots of time.

 

 

So I’m keeping a spot warm for her. No sweat!

Literally. No sweat. Nobody actually sweats here. I mean, I never did either, but some of these characters were probably pretty pungent down there. That’s a crowd I avoid. Bunch of hoodlums, and their language? Thugs.

THUGS, I tell you!

Not going to lie, the journey to here got a bit bumpy. Mom will need a soft place to land, too. I got dropped into a snoozy huddle of fat sheep.

Of course there are sheep here, silly. What books you been readin’?

Did I mention the Frosty Paws buffet on the lawn at noon? And by NOON I mean nine times a day, every single day.

Say amen and pass those vittles.

I still haven’t met a stranger up here. Miss Congeniality? Not yet. But I did win most fetching newcomer. Ha! Get it? Fetching? I’m still funny. Still pretty. Some things never change.

Trust me. I can shake a sassy stump with the best of ’em.

 

 

What do I miss most? Well, aside from Mom, my bulldog buddy Diesel. Mom’s belly rubs are the one thing I miss the most. Sure, there are masses of bellies and hands to rub them up here, but none are Mom’s special ones. With a side of her kisses, perfect-o. 

She’s going to love seeing me play with the horses again. They are pretty cheeky, those steeds. Visiting with the horses here means I get to act the fool, just like I always did. Do they love me? Well what do YOU think?

Exactly. Now you’re catching on!

 

 

The hydrant-shaped heated swimming pool is open from dawn to dusk, and I have claimed all the floaties. Who else was going to round them all up and sit on the pile? That’s a lot of work. I mean, I earned those floaties. All the floaties. When Mom gets here I am going to show here every single one of them. Might be hard while I’m on my back for her belly rubs, but by then I’ll have staff.

A staff of cats. Ha! You’ll see.

It’s coming up on noon here. I don’t miss out on the ice cream truck. I can smell it coming even before that unnecessary carnival music cranks up. It’s a talent that impresses the cats, and cats are not easily impressed. Not even up here.

(Am I saying they’re never really satisfied? No. But they remain hard to please. After nine lives spent trying to get it right, most cats remain testy. I calls ’em like I sees ’em, friends).

 

Cute obviously runs in the family, I’m just sayin’. You know you were thinking it.

Overall, it’s a swell joint up here. Remember that, Mom, when it rains from your eyes. Our happy ending hasn’t happened yet, but from what I see here, we can count on one.

We GOT this, you and me. No worries!

So go on and live your life, Mom. Live all your life and love hard, the way you loved me, because the world still needs that. One day, in the far off future, I’m going to meet you here by the pool. With all the floaties and my staff of handsomely paid cabana cats.

Please don’t forget the belly rubs.

‘Til then, I remain yours toujours.

 

Sedonut

p.s. That’s what they call me here, “Sedonut”. Pretty sure the horses made it up. Troublemakers.

p.p.s. xoxoxo

 

 

This post first appeared on the blog in August of 2016.