Mom’s feeling a bit under the weather, so I volunteered to write her Reader Letter this month. I’m a Golden Retriever, and my name is Lily. Well, really, according to the American Kennel Club, it’s Miss Lily VI, but that sounds to highfalutin’, so I go by Lily or as Mom sometimes calls me, Lily Bird. I like it when she calls me that almost as much as when she scratches my ears.
I have an older sister, Ripley, who’s a Collie and who likes to hog all the toys and the food. But the vet said she’s way overweight, so Mom and Dad put her on a diet. She’s not happy about it, but she’ll feel so much better and her hips will stop hurting after she sheds a few pounds.
How did I come to live with Mom and Dad? Well, it’s mostly because of Mom’s soft spot for any writer in need of help. I originally belonged to a young man from Cuba who spoke broken English.
He met a lady at church ad wrote a poem for her . . . in Spanish and then translated it into English.
Mom says when you do that it messes up something called syntax. Dad asked Mom if she’d fix it for his friend, but she was on deadline for a book and really didn’t want to do it. Then that soft heart for writers I mentioned kicked in and she finally said okay. It took a while, but she finished it and then printed it out for him on a sheet of paper with a rose down the side. He was very, very happy.
A week later, he gave her me to say thank you. At first, I thought, “What? You’re giving me away?” Then I met Mom, and she put me in her lap and cuddled with me and kissed my head right between my ears. I knew this was love at first cuddle.
So, today, I want to wish her Happy Mother’s Day because even if you’re a furry kid, mothers are pretty special people.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to ALL the mom’s out there!!!
Salt Run Publishing has brought back some of Elizabeth's reader favorites. (See covers at left) If you missed them the first time or would like to have the digital edition, you can find them here.