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I suppose if we were able to make our pets understand us, we’d have results landing on both sides of the proverbial coin! In one way it would be great if we could help our pets understand why we do some of the things we do, while on the other hand it might backfire, leading to animal world domination!

I personally don’t think it would be the best idea for us to give our pets any more information about us, as I’m not so sure that it would cause them to love us more than they already do… in fact, it might give them cause to rise up and put us in cages, just because WE pooped on the floor.

With that being said, if I could make animals understand deeper about anything humans have done, are doing, or will be doing sometime in the future… it would be to tell them we’re sorry!

Last year I had to rehome my pug of 4 years, as well as my two cats that I found under a shed when they were tiny. I waited for 3 years to get my pug, loving her ever so much… she was my baby! My sister-in-law found a batch of kittens under her porch, keeping one and handing the other two my way… I hand raised both boys from about 10 days old and I adored them! I had to make the most painful decision, last year, of rehoming all of them due to our situation… it was awful!

I guess that if it were possible, I would want to try to explain my actions, and say how sorry I am!

I pray that my choice was for the animals betterment, but it is still difficult to hold the last memories of letting go. Sometimes, doing the right thing does NOT feel good, yet it is still right! I cannot say for sure what they were feeling throughout the painful process, but if I could communicate with them, this would obviously be the conversation on the forefront of our discussion. What would they say… would they forgive me if they understood… maybe.

The best information to give our pets, in the effort of better understanding about us hoomans, would be the knowledge that we often behave in ways that don’t align with our feelings. Often times, we do the right thing for the wrong reason, while at other times, we do the wrong things for the right reasons… it’s what we do!

It’s not all bad, and I didn’t say ALL people, nor did I say ALL the time… it’s just that sometimes the numbers are stacked against us, that’s all!

There’s no way to know if I’ll ever have flurbies journeying with me again… perhaps, perhaps not! Just as our pets probably don’t plan ahead most of the time, thinking to build contingency plans for difficult situations… I would want them to know that often times, we hoomans don’t either! 

Here, I need a cookie, so you better have one too…

While I have told you in the past, regarding my nickname, Wiwohka, I draw the line at my personal information being shared worldwide! 

I tell my first name, along with anything meaningful that is attached to it… to my friends! If one of you that reads this, were to ask me what my real name is and how I got it… most likely, I would give you full disclosure, being considered one of my personal friends. 

Beyond that, you get Wiwohka as my name! Also, Google is your friend so have a nice time looking up the definition and origin all by your onesies!

If anyone is reading this prompt answer, you should hopefully have figured out by now that I don’t answer these questions for any form of Like, Share, or Repost… in honesty, you have better things to be doing in your lives, than hanging by every word this grumpy lady says. With that being said, I will say that I am committed to answering each daily prompt with a sincere heart… no flippant, smart mouthed answer that is based off of feelings alone. My goal is to think outside the box when answering, choosing to improve my writing skills… and if I’m lucky, I might make a new friend here or there to share some life, love, and happiness with inside the Journey With Me Lobby!

I leave it to you the reader, not WordPress Prompt questions, to see the ME that I am! The daily Prompt is not my friend, but those of you that visit ARE… if you ask it, I would tell you…

Here, have a cookie…

While I cannot say what age I was, when I first watched the movie “Doctor Dolittle”, I know that I knew all the way back then that I wanted to be like him!

I wanted to be able to talk to animals, as well as helping them in any way I could. This movie fueled my dreams and imagination with adventures that took me to places unreachable to most. Though the actors were only pretending, and most of the scenes were fantastical, the underlying lessons I took from this movie have stuck with me to this day!

Learning to understand any and all of Gods creatures, was a big part of the Doctors efforts in helping them… how else could he figure out what was wrong and then come up with a solution? He wasn’t magic… in fact, most of the important animals he helped, were helped by the doctor simply stealing them and releasing them into the wild! In my opinion, the whole point of Doctor Dolittle, was that he took the time to listen and learn from nature, and the animals themselves. I remember thinking that the biggest problems for the animals, usually came in the form of ignorant human interference… a world only thinking of their own interests.

All these years later, I’m finding it hard to change my answer here, leaving me to wish for more Doctor Dolittle type attitudes, here in todays current environmental and wildlife issues. Don’t get me wrong, as there are many very valuable organizations out there, dedicating everything to striking a balance between man and nature. 

If I could have a dream job, I would desire to be just like Mr. Dolittle, helping to make a difference in the animal kingdom. God placed the animals under our care, sometimes to intercede on their behalf… and sometimes to just remove ourselves, as often times, we are the very cause of natures problem! 

Don’t get your panties in a bunch, as they say, because this is just the literary pondering of a whimsical child in the body of a grown woman. It always looks easier on paper…

Have a cookie…

Look up more often…

Learn to Follow…

Then you might make a good leader!

Have a cookie…

The entire problem with un-inventing something is, unless the heart of a man chooses good over evil, we will simply un-invent one thing, only to re-invent another with the same purpose…

Try changing the mind of an emotional child… you will soon be reminded that until they feel better inside, no mind will be changing anytime soon! 

Just sayin…

Here, have a cookie…

Puppy breath! It’s intoxicating to my senses! I can’t tell you why, because it makes no sense that the breath of dog can reduce me to something akin to Tickle Me Elmo… seriously!

I’ve never experienced this feeling after my toddlers spit up sour milk down my shirt, or my partner ushered forth a burp that shook the rafters.

I have no logical explanation to explain my behavior that always follows those sloppy wet kisses… I just know that the smell of a puppy’s breath transports my emotions to a place that nothing else really compares. While I might joke about the bottling and selling of puppy breath, somehow, I don’t think it would elicit the reaction and response that I experience, unless the puppy were included… and that is too expensive to successfully sell. Plus when the puppies chewed your favorite slippers or pooped on your pillow, I do not do returns or refunds… sorry!

Here, have a cookie…

Extra shampoo bottles… not new… just extra!

Let’s all be honest here, we’ve all done it at one time or another… you know… held on to that one bottle of shampoo holding half a tablespoon of liquid gold! I made it sound oh so valuable, thereby, softening the blow for everyone… as we know in truth, it wasn’t even that expensive of a shampoo.

I need you all to be on board with this, for me, because I don’t have too much of anything else that can be called clutter. Seriously… I don’t use make-up anymore, or any lotions or perfumes like I wore in the past. RV living, even in the best of circumstances, is not for the faint of heart! RV living should be renamed RV LIMITTED! Nothing has the freedom to be left just laying around… it’s either usable or losable! One has to choose on a daily basis, what is of value and necessary… and what has become dead weight! Space around here is limited and comes at a premium cost, so when I say use it or lose it, I really mean it!

I am certainly not wasteful, nor will I give up on a garment just because it is old or stained… some of my best hoodies have holes where my thumbs have worked their way through the seams, and are covered in coffee stains. If I am afforded the opportunity to get a new article of clothing, something has to go, to make space for the new item. With all of this in mind, consider how utterly ridiculous it is that I hoard extra bottles of shampoo, as if they were going to be the ultimate answer for world peace! Why don’t I just condense them all into one individual bottle, you may be asking yourselves? The only answer I can give, is that I’ve no earthly idea!

As I was writing my answer to the prompt, I had a question run through my brain asking, don’t I sometimes clutter my spirit with old bottles of memories and past hurts, just like I do with the extra shampoo bottles? Some bottles of shampoo, like a memory, have a specific fragrance that perhaps I don’t ever want to forget. Whether the memory was good or bad, I hesitate to put them all in the same bottle. Even if I could separate them into two different bottles… one for the good and one for the bad… have you ever caught a whiff of someone’s perfume that was so overpowering, it made you gag? 

Not all shampoos are alike, so it’s not always a good idea to mix the one for dry scalp with another kind that helps with oily skin. What if I get rid of that last bit of shampoo for dry scalp, even though my scalp doesn’t need help right now? Which memories that were bad, will be useful for good now… and visa versa?

I didn’t say that I was going to answer these questions… I just said that this is what ran through my head while I was typing! I will be busy for the next week repeatedly bringing this topic up in my Overthinkers Anonymous Group, as I’m not even sure how to answer my own questions…

Here, have a cookie…

While I could have done a rewrite, of what I will call, a Plethora of articles about my love of dogs, cats and most anything flurby… I won’t bore you.

What I will do is throw you a literary curve ball, with my love for anything Jim Henson. I grew up watching The Muppets, along with any and all of the movies to follow this show. Having and raising children gave me plenty of added years of enjoyment, under the guise of entertaining my kids… we’ve all done it!

How many folks will admit to buying Tickle Me Elmo, and never let our kids take it out of the package? While Elmo doesn’t fall into the Muppets family, per say, he is a puppet… is he not? I guarantee you, there are a large number of grown ups around the world, who sport stuffed animals from childhood across their bedspreads, or hidden under a pillow! Tell me I’m wrong…. I’m waiting…

Hey… new science idea… what if, instead of risking bites or rabies, I should fill my RV with stuffed animals, just like ANIMAL, to see if my space stays warmer during frigid temps… hmmmmmm… I could be rich and famous, while bringing warmth and comfort to the world.

Another idea would be for ANIMAL and I to sit in the doorway of the RV, offering sage advice and wisdom to those passing by… they could talk to ANIMAL about their problems, while I listen from the doorway and hand them candy… wait, I think I just turned myself into a current version of that creepy guy off of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! Instead of kids, however, my RV would just fill up with exhausted parents that won’t go back home, unless they can take ANIMAL with them… uh uh, he’s mine!

Here, have a ANIMAL cookie…

I’m a writer, and as a writer I tend to write… with my fingers. My fingers are attached to my hands, which are attached to my arms, which are connected to my body at the shoulders, my body holds my noggin… which tries with all it’s might to oversee what the fingers do… write!

My writings are how I communicate with others, while in an online setting. My phone rings from only 4 sources… hubby… my chica… my longtime friend Christine… and the Doctor’s office! For the entire rest of the world out there, my fingers are the only form of communication, giving more light to the cause of why I right so darn much, these days.

In fact, the tougher life gets on me, the more I write! Did you know that while freezing my toenails off, I wrote another children’s book?! Go figure!

Online communications has actually been a Godsend for this ole girl… I used to have to write all this stuff down with a pen and paper, and quite frankly, my hands were really suffering for it. The keyboard has actually allowed me to write at a rate that seems unprecedented, compared to what I was capable of writing before modern technology intervened!

The only downside comes from mankind’s inability to create an autocorrect that functions properly… as we have all seen from some of the text massages we have all been subjected two! See how I did that… hehe!

One of my favorite things about all this online communication stuff… virtual cookies! 

Here is a cookie with zero calories… all the fun without any guilt or unhealthy side effects… perfection! I do love technology when it works in my fingers… I mean favor!

I don’t have to think back too far, as we are still living in an RV, living like nomads wherever we go, and for however long we stay. We don’t really have any home left, here on actual earth, so we rumble along on this road trip, taking safe harbor wherever it can be found. 

If you think about it, everyone is on a road trip of sorts, and I would imagine that we all feel like it’s quite memorable. I appreciate the prompts use of the word most, while referring to the road trip, as they could have used best, worst, happiest or saddest… but they chose most memorable. Life IS most memorable, wouldn’t you say?! 

Don’t we always say things like, it’s a wild ride, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride, it’s a crazy ride, or Baby, what a ride? So I don’t need to think hard on why my thoughts drifted this way, once I began reading the prompt question.

Life is most definitely a journey, or road trip if you will!

It would take us all a very long time, to write down all of what we’ve seen, felt and experienced, along each of our personal highways… oh wait… that’s what I’ve already been doing, right here on WordPress… you’re welcome!

Here, have a cookie…