She may still be a little wobbly on her feet, but there is no more scooting along. She is walking, wiggling, and wagging her tail again!
It may be small steps, but to us, it feels like a miracle. Max and I are so proud of our brave little girl. Mitzi is on the mend.
September’s writing prompts are all about memories, keepsakes, and photographs, the little treasures that hold pieces of our family stories. An old picture, a recipe card, a handwritten letter, a quilt, a jewelry box, or even the sound of someone’s voice can bring the past back in the most tender ways. This month, I invite you to slow down, look through the memories you have saved, and write about the people, places, and moments they bring back to your heart. Please share your stories and link them here. I would be honored to feature them on my blog as part of our growing collection of family memories and life stories.
Today, I’m pleased to share Gary A. Wilson’s heartfelt story, “Of Crashes and Christmas.” What begins with a frightening late night phone call becomes a touching reflection on family, unexpected friendship, and how a simple, thoughtful gift can leave a lasting mark on someone’s heart.
The Great Squirrel Watch
A Neighborhood Surveillance Report from Max and Mitzi
At approximately 9:04 a.m., the suspect entered the yard without permission.
The suspect was small, twitchy, fluffy-tailed, and entirely too confident.
Max spotted the intruder first and immediately sounded the alarm. Mitzi joined seconds later with backup vocals and emotional intensity. Together, we barked heroically from the window, protecting the household from what was clearly a serious security breach.
Mom called it “too much.”
We call it service.
The suspect fled across the fence, paused dramatically, and then had the nerve to look back at us. This behavior has been documented and will be added to the official squirrel file.
Current status: yard secure, household protected, treats requested for bravery.
This has been The Great Squirrel Watch, brought to you by Max and Mitzi, neighborhood security specialists.
We recently visited Big R, a magical place where the aisles smell like adventure, snacks, and things we are not allowed to chew.
The toy selection was impressive. There were ropes, squeaky things, fluffy things, and several items we believe were placed at nose level specifically for us.
The treat aisle was the true highlight. We conducted a full inspection using approved dachshund methods: sniffing, staring, tail wagging, and attempting to look deeply neglected.
Mom said, “You don’t need another toy.”
We respectfully disagree.
Our only complaint: too many treats were left on the shelves instead of being placed directly into Mom’s cart.
Final rating: Five paws up. Would gladly return with a larger shopping cart and fewer human restrictions.
Sincerely,
Max and Mitzi
Small dogs. Big feelings. Strong opinions.
