So ... the problem with writing down my thoughts is that i have the best/deepest/strangest thoughts after I go to bed at night. I have trouble falling asleep, but am too tired to get up and type or write anything down ... then the next day I am too busy to even think about what it was I though about the night before (wow ... that's a mouthful).
Anyway, recently I have been thinking a lot about Reilly. How when she was little she used to sleep under my bed. She had a doggie bed, but didn't really use it. She would sleep on my bed while I checked my email etc and got ready for bed, but would get off the bed as soon as I got in. I wanted her to snuggle with me, but she wouldn't unless she was super tired or sick. And even then if I moved too much, or sneezed, or cleared my throat, she would get off the bed and crawl crawl underneath and go to sleep.
When we lived in Sugarhouse, Reilly used to find little pieces of paper and pick them up and bring them to me to throw for her so she could fetch. How far can I throw a slimy piece of paper? But she didn't care, she would spit the paper on my lap or on the floor next to me and stand there and bark until i picked it up and threw it (ha) or found something else to throw for her. She especially liked when I through a tennis ball out the back window. She would jump out the window onto a back patio and then run down the steps to the back yard, find the ball, then run back up and come in through the window.
Good ol' Reilly pooh ... I miss her.
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