Precious Peeps it’s PITS still PERFECT but currently PETRIFIED as yet another storm is passing through.
Regardless I will whistle you into what I hope will be a wonderful weekend with some musing on the silver linings to the clouds I’ve recently encountered.
First, Dad lets me snuggle up even closer to him and get under a huge pile of blankets even if it’s like a hot house in our room.
Secondly, Granny gives double rations of milk bones as her love language is crunchy. Storms do not curb my appetite!
Thirdly, the Grey Gizzard stays close to me and licks me till near death to calm my nerves. I am now extremely clean.
Finally, and this is the one that will blow your socks off, my Grandpa allows me to sit on the sofa with him and better yet covers me with a blankie and pats my back.
Who’d have thought.
Now dears here’s the deal. Whatever is troubling you right now just ask yourself what little sunny surprises this has brought you and try to find a few flowers among the weeds.
There you go Pitty Philosophy finished for this Friday. I’ll talk to you all soon when my shakes have stopped.
Precious Peeps it’s Pits here to heave you over the humpty. I’d be glad if you’d reciprocate because I have just had the worst 24hrs of my life.
It stormed almost all day. There were 90 mile per hour winds in our main city Columbus and power lines fell for miles like toothpicks.
Fortunately we didn’t have that strong wind and didn’t loose power.
We had so much lightening I thought my heart might explode it was going so fast and it rained and rained and then rained some more.
In total our town had 3.5 inches of rain but where some of our friends like Aunty Liz live streets turned into rivers. The governor has declared a state of emergency in a number of Ohio counties.
I suppose I should be grateful that while it was bad here it could easily have been a lot worse.
Alas we are not out of the woods yet as more storms are set to come our way but there are some windows of calm too that will allow me to get out to go potty.
Yesterday I was fit to burst.
Grandpa keeps saying that the whole world weather has gone crazy this year and he’s been around for light years longer than me.
I hope you are all OK. Eat some cookies if you’re not. Crunching is calming and remember I love you almost as much as myself!
As we were surfing through our social this morning we happened on a reel about milk delivery in the UK back when Ma was young.
She said she remembers the little electric milk van making its rounds around the streets where she grew up each morning.
She has another reason that it’s imbedded in her brain and that’s the smell of it.
See her school friend Emma’s Dad was a milk man and when he was doing his rounds he’d drop Emma at school.
Well it would seem that when it was raining he’d stop if he saw my Granny walking my Mum to school and give them a lift.
A very kind thing to do and much appreciated by my Mums Mum.
My Mum says though that she would dread having to get in as she can still remember there was a very distinct odor of spilt milk going sour permeating that little cabin!
She was only a little girl at the time and would beg her Mum not to get in but of course it seemed better than getting soaked.
Ma says she can still hear the bottles clinking and almost taste the entire experience.
She’s never ever been a big milk fan! Now I know why.
As we were surfing through our social this morning we happened on a reel about milk delivery in the UK back when Ma was young.
She said she remembers the little electric milk van making its rounds around the streets where she grew up each morning.
She has another reason that it’s imbedded in her brain and that’s the smell of it.
See her school friend Emma’s Dad was a milk man and when he was doing his rounds he’d drop Emma at school.
Well it would seem that when it was raining he’d stop if he saw my Granny walking my Mum to school and give them a lift.
A very kind thing to do and much appreciated by my Mums Mum.
My Mum says though that she would dread having to get in as she can still remember there was a very distinct odor of spilt milk going sour permeating that little cabin!
She was only a little girl at the time and would beg her Mum not to get in but of course it seemed better than getting soaked.
Ma says she can still hear the bottles clinking and almost taste the entire experience.
She’s never ever been a big milk fan! Now I know why.
Sometimes in the morning when I do my stretches I hit the freeze button.
Ma says I look like I’m dead.
Humans can’t do this like us.
We can zone out for minutes at a time and look like marble statues.
I would tell you what it feels like and give you secrets on how it connects you to higher powers in the universe but you just wouldn’t believe it’s possible.
Instead I have rolled over and am now giving Ma my paw since she is my number one person on earth.
Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to whistle you into a wonderful weekend.
Well that was my intent but I’m somewhat shaky.
Nasty boom booms came past around 4:00 am and did my little head in.
They continued for a good while and then Dad had to get up and ready for work so I was left to “be brave”
You know I’m beautiful but I’m not always brave.
I tried howling “my favorite things” like Maria in the Sound of Music but it doesn’t work if you’re Granny is snoring and all you have for company is a Grumpy Gizzard.
All I can hope is that the heavenly theatricals are over for the weekend.
I’m putting on a happy face and trying to pretend all is well.
If your afraid of anything try my tip. Your big smile may make others happy too or it may just frighten off any nasty.
Booming Banter 