“Sunday’s with Ollie”

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Sometimes what we think we really want turns out to be a false ambition. Take me for instance. I thought I wanted to sleep with my Connie and Tom every night. They are a part of my tribe after all and that’s what tribes do, they stick together. I finally wormed my way into their graces as I whined for nights. I don’t know why after all these years. Maybe it’s because I’m getting old and can’t see as well as I use to. My Connie finally talked Tom into it. So I slept with them for less than a week. It was great at first, but we pushed on each other all through the night trying to get comfortable. I found myself missing the comfort of my little den. I missed the freedom I had to move about and cover up with my own blanky. Then the other night after going out before bed. I came back in and trotted right into my own bed. Ah…my little den. It feels like where I belong. I turn in circles, stick my head under my cover working it over top of me, and I feel like I’m where I want to be. They heard no more fussing from me.
Yes, we always think the hydrant down the road will have more to offer than the one we are sniffing. Missing out on all the pleasures our old faithful one still has to offer.  
Yes indeed, I’m as lucky as a dog can be.

About connieszone

I've come to know myself as a unique individual expression of God. I love that there is only one me in all the world. I'm still learning, growing and experiencing all the wonders that this life has to teach me. I live, move, and breath in this shell of a body God has given me, and together we travel. He see's, hears, taste, smells and touches all that I experience through the individual personality that I am. I believe He exist in each one of us for the same purpose. I am a daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother and friend to many. I love to write and express the many thoughts that swim around in my head. I love to read. I'm a creative crafty kind of person. I love being in my garden. I've been working on my families genecology for 25 years. I think that about sums me up for now.

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