She Lost Control

Dear Uncle Max,


We went back to the college campus today after a steady morning rain.  The air was cool, and small black birds were flitting all over the grass where my parents let me run loose the other day.  But with my lead off today I couldn't hold myself back.  I raced towards the enticing birds at top speed, and just as quickly they flew away.  Max, my floppy ears were going all over the place, I was letting my "freak flag fly." 

Maybe you know how I feel.  Forget about a graceful canter, I was in full gallop, I was airborne.  And when my mother called, "Come!" I totally ignored her.

At that moment I was no longer going to be a "mama's boy" (gee, I'm almost ten months old now).  She panicked and yelled and yelled for me ....Tobeee!  Tobeee!  I didn't listen. 

The lure of the birds was too powerful for me to ignore, but I did not lose control...she did.


Back home I was too exhilarated to settle down.  I felt that a change had come over me, growth.


Later on bedtime comes and I need to snuggle with mom on those cool, white, 600-count Egyptian cotton sheets that were bought before the spring revolution.  She lets me and calls me her "Pocket Pony."


Okay, okay, I'm still a mama's boy.


Tobes