A Valentine’s Day Blog from my Bestest Valentine


It’s Valentine’s Day. I love this day. It’s a celebration of one of the happiest days of my life. It’s the day my Momma came to get me and take me home. A lady in Memphis found me wandering around an empty lot in Mississippi. I had gotten lost from my previous Momma, and I couldn’t find my way back. I was really scared. I had some puppies, and they died as I was too young and too hungry myself to take care of them. I was very sad, and I was very scared. I didn’t know when I would eat again. I saw this lady on this property, and I walked over and leaned against her leg. She looked down and was so nice. She looked around for something – she kept saying “puppies”, but I didn’t understand how she knew about them. I tried to tell her that they died, but she kept looking frantically. I was so happy when she brought me home with her. I slept well for the first time in a really long time.

She had a lot of cats. I mean she had about 19 cats, and she had several other dogs. It wasn’t like the house I lived in before. We had our own room with our own individual sleeping caves. I was glad because I don’t like dogs. They scared me when I was on the loose, and I can’t seem to get over that. One day, the nice lady came to get me from our room and took me into the big house. My Momma was sitting in a comfy chair, and I walked over and put my muzzle on her leg and looked up at her to let her know that I’d take her. She seemed nice and eager to find me. I heard her tell the nice lady something about “running” and “camping” but I didn’t know what that meant. She took me out to her car, and I couldn’t wait to see what home would look like.

I found out what running was pretty quickly. I also found out about vets. We walked to the vet the next morning. They were nice people, especially the lady with the long blond hair. She ended up coming to see me a lot over the years. I had some kind of serious problem that caused Momma to call the nice lady that found me and question whether I should go back. But, luckily for me, Momma decided to keep me. We went to Arkansas in the first few days I was there, and a few weeks later we went camping in Georgia. I learned that I LOVE camping. I love camping almost as much as I love running. Momma puts up this little house in the middle of the woods, and we walk in the woods all day long. It smells beautiful. There’s usually some water around for me to wade in. I especially love it when it’s hot outside, and I jump in to cool down. Occasionally Momma will take off her clothes and jump in and swim, but I don’t like deep water. I sit on the bank and watch her cool off. It makes her laugh to look at me on the bank when she’s in the water for some reason.

Momma also likes to run. When she first got me, we would run for hours through our town. We’d stop at a place where they had coffee and hang out to rest. It was close to a street where there were people that looked like they were lost, too, and acted really weird in the early morning hours. They would laugh really loud and scream at us as we ran by. Momma would say something about “Beale Street” to me and laugh. But we don’t live in that town anymore. Momma packed up all the stuff we had – even the cats who never go anywhere – and we moved to a place called Louisiana. It’s colder here than in Memphis. We don’t run as much.

There are nice people here in Louisiana. One of Momma’s friends visits with me in the car when I wait for her. She’s nice. And, there are lots of food smells all around. I hope the weather gets warmer soon. I noticed Momma put those hooks back on the car to hang that container we float in on the water. I hope we are going soon. I sit in front of her and watch as she paddles around. She gets mad when I get tired and fall asleep because she says it makes it harder to paddle. I don’t know why that matters, but it irritates her. I hope I can stay awake the next time. And, we ran two times this week! I feel much better when I run, and she seems much happier. Plus, we get to see lots of nice people who say I’m “cute”. I like that, and I like it when little people come over and pet me. They are so gentle. I just don’t like the other dogs, though. I get really mean because I’m scared. I can’t help it. I try not to do it, but it happens every time. I don’t want them to hurt my Momma like they tried to hurt me when I was little.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day, Momma. I hope we get to go for a walk today or maybe a run. But, most of all, I want to thank you for taking care of me. I know you got me this new collar with your phone number on it so that you don’t lose me like my first Momma did. That makes me feel good. I’ll try not to eat anything I’m not supposed to today. I hope you put a sweet potato in my cave when you leave for “work”. That makes me feel better, too. I love sweet potatoes! And they have really good ones down here. 🙂

15 Comments on “A Valentine’s Day Blog from my Bestest Valentine

  1. This is so sweet, Sharon. Get her a huge bag of sweet potatoes for Valentine’s Day.

  2. Sharon I have read several of your blogs. I find them to be so sincere, entertaining and truly coming from your heart. Keep up the good work.

    • Thank you Cindy for reading and taking the time to comment. I enjoy the writing. It helps me feel surrounded by people who care about me. I like that! 🙂

  3. Awe Sharon….this is so sweet! She is a lucky dog and you are a lucky mommy! Happy Valentine’s Day friend:)❤️

    • Thank you, Lisa! We are both very lucky. I’m not much of a dog person by nature, but she is so sweet she has stolen my heart. And she will get her wish to go kayaking this weekend…. and hopefully run, too!

  4. I’m so happy your mommy found you, her life wouldn’t be complete without you. You’re the bestest Valentine ever. Such a sweet story, very heartwarming.

  5. How sweet! And what a great way to celebrate “Singles’ Awareness Day!”

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