Mystery meat

A few mornings ago I made a huge discovery in my very own back yard. Jenny and I had just come outside when I spotted the biggest piece of beef sausage lying in the driveway!

I bit down on it and picked it up. As I sat there looking up at Jenny I could feel each side of the sausage hanging down, but this moment of elation and pride dissolved quickly. She yelled at me and grabbed at it. I clamped down hard with my teeth, but she was able to rip off one end and put it into a clear bag. This gave me time to eat some of it before she took away the rest. It was thick, fatty, and juicy. It left a greasy, delicious smelling spot on the driveway which I licked until Jenny pulled me away. She was quite upset and told me that the sausage could have been poisoned. She said she would save it to show the vet if I became ill. I wanted to reassure her that it smelled and tasted fine but how could I?

We went for a walk and proceeded to enjoy another ordinary sort of day (although Jenny watched me very closely for a long time after). Thankfully I never suffered any ill effects, but I knew I wouldn't -- the meat was scrumptious!

I'm left only with a fond memory and unanswered questions. Who left the sausage? Was it a cat? crow? dog? raccoon? human? Where did it come from? Why was it abandoned? Was it stolen? Do I have a secret admirer? Or a secret enemy that failed to poison me?

I have a feeling this is another mystery which will go unsolved.

With love & cuddles,
Lottie



Lesson# 38 A mystery can appear when we least expect it even in sausage form.

Books

What are books? Why do my parents happily stare at them for hours? What do they do? What is their purpose?

They don't make any noise, or move by themselves. They wouldn't keep anyone warm like a blanket, they don't smell like anything special (just dust or ink), and I've never seen my parents eat them, so what is the appeal? Why do they have so many?

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not complaining. Actually I like it when they sit down and open one, because they always invite me to sit with them, and I know they won't be getting up for a long time. It's just that I don't understand what books are for. My parents stare at the movie box too, but movies make interesting sounds and show things moving (not real moving just pretend moving), that I understand.

Yesterday, Jenny sat down beside me on the couch and picked up a new book. I told her I was happy to let her join me by wagging my tail and licking her hand. Then I looked at her quizzically. I think she picked up on this because she told me that it was "book time" and she proceeded to open the book and stare quietly. I watched her expression soften and felt her muscles relax while she sank deeper into the couch. She looked happy. I don't know what the book was telling her but she was listening. Do books speak a silent language that only people can understand? I wonder if it feels anything like going for a walk and watching the sun go down? I hope she tells me more about books in the future. I'd love to unlock their mystery.

With love & cuddles,
Lottie



Lesson# 21 Books are mysterious things that make people happy.