Dearest God, how long is it going to take before I can tell my secret? Rac always tells me I must remain hush hush...but I love him sooooooo much! I love his tail and the way his eyes look deep into mine...His paws never pay mind to my spines...he says he loves me. Once he called me his little root beer barrel. When I ate too many blueberries he sat with me and watched the poot poot fly through the air with the greatest of ease...that was the first time he gave me a smooch, blueberry kisses he called it. I remember the time he opened that old pizza box and ripped it to shreds and shared it with me behind that old garbage can...he's so romantic! So God, could I spill the beans yet? I feel like I'm going to burst. This is the hardest thing I've ever done...to be so good. Amen.Thursday, January 20, 2011
Gretta says her prayers...
Every night as the moon comes up over the tree tops Gretta gets cozy and says her prayers. With all four paws in the air she prays hard...
Dearest God, how long is it going to take before I can tell my secret? Rac always tells me I must remain hush hush...but I love him sooooooo much! I love his tail and the way his eyes look deep into mine...His paws never pay mind to my spines...he says he loves me. Once he called me his little root beer barrel. When I ate too many blueberries he sat with me and watched the poot poot fly through the air with the greatest of ease...that was the first time he gave me a smooch, blueberry kisses he called it. I remember the time he opened that old pizza box and ripped it to shreds and shared it with me behind that old garbage can...he's so romantic! So God, could I spill the beans yet? I feel like I'm going to burst. This is the hardest thing I've ever done...to be so good. Amen.
Dearest God, how long is it going to take before I can tell my secret? Rac always tells me I must remain hush hush...but I love him sooooooo much! I love his tail and the way his eyes look deep into mine...His paws never pay mind to my spines...he says he loves me. Once he called me his little root beer barrel. When I ate too many blueberries he sat with me and watched the poot poot fly through the air with the greatest of ease...that was the first time he gave me a smooch, blueberry kisses he called it. I remember the time he opened that old pizza box and ripped it to shreds and shared it with me behind that old garbage can...he's so romantic! So God, could I spill the beans yet? I feel like I'm going to burst. This is the hardest thing I've ever done...to be so good. Amen.
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Bleuberry kisses are the best..:))
Indeed! Blue is MY favorite color, so why not make it even better by giving some flavor to the kiss! My congratulations to you dearest spinny one, for finding true love! And your maker will be most pleased....
Gretta, Your prayers has been answered...and *who* could resist your charm?
Love is the answer...to everything! I love the way Raccoon picked a wee little one to love for a lifetime. I do believe love is riding in the air of Nowhere!
Soo sweet!!! Blessings
Bluberries and love... What more could a dear little Gretta ask for
Gretta you are the sweetest and i am sure your prayers will be answered.
there is a little hamster living here in the meadow called pom pom buttercup, she adores blueberries too.
ahhh Raccoon, a romantic devil! Such a sweet little love story. Smooches are always good! xoxo Christel
Love this post. Blueberries and love.
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Gretta, you are too cute. There oughta be a law against that kind'a cute.
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