Have you ever wondered what goes through a dog’s mind when they get an idea?

I have. And I honestly have not come up with any answers.

Sometimes, their actions are as little as sitting in a comfortable bed they’re too big for.

Sometimes, it’s a little bigger like when Saachi  got hold of a wet ink pen and chewed it up. She didn’t swallow it….she just chewed it up, permanently stained the carpet and her tongue.

Now probably the most mind-boggling to me is when Saachi dug her face into the snow. She was not particularly fond of winter so she did not stay out long and helped me warm her paws when she came inside. But, without fail, she always dug her face (and basket muzzle) into the snow. And, probably, unbeknownst to her, the muzzle kept the snow on her face.

She would then rush inside looking for help in removing her it looking sad and scared all at the same time!

 What if dogs relied less on instinct and just spent a few seconds more thinking ideas through?? I guess life with them would not be as entertaining.

Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.

Meet Harry.

I noticed him hanging around the window for about a month before I named and penned him my pet. He was old so he no longer glowed but he was smart. He hung out on my plants to get water then he’d wander around the room.

When he gets cabin fever, he flies and lands on Marmalade’s back when she goes to the litter box and hangs out in the bathroom for a bit. When he gets bored, he hitches a ride back.

During the day he hangs out on the drawers next to where I sit. He feeds on crumbs that I leave him. He especially likes chocolate. When I try to take it away from him but he aggressively waves his antennae at me!

Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.

I messed up my alphabet! Tomorrow I will post my “F is for…”

I always loved nature. I grew up in the suburbs of Washington DC but in a very secluded wooded area. The neighborhood, which also housed a Frank Lloyd Wright creation, was protected so no one could cut down trees or expand “sideways” on their properties. To this day it remains quiet and natural.

I was an only child and there were few other children my age in the vicinity so my parents let me play outside most of the time, running around, playing in the trees, chasing bugs, birds and other wild life. I thoroughly enjoyed my time outside.

Even though I am a nature lover I’ve never had green thumbs. Those belonged to my mother. She loved gardening. I helped her a little then eventually got side-tracked by the butterflies and worms! I loved watching the worms make their way through the soil, chomping away at anything in their way. I explored the back yard and found the moth cocoons and butterfly chrysalis and watched them transform.

But nature was not just abundant outside the home. We kept plants in almost every room of the house. My favorite was an aloe vera plant that probably got a little too much use. I was a curious and clumsy kid. Whenever I fell down and scraped my knees, or cut myself on a tree branch my mother cut a portion of the leaf and rubbed the gel over the wound. That was probably one of my favorite things ever! It was just so neat how a little leaf could produce that cool, soothing gel.

Now, so many years later, I still keep an aloe vera plant in my room. It does not get as much use because I am too terrified of my autoimmunity (I run the risk of infection every time I cut myself) but it’s a  nice reminder of my childhood and my love of the outdoors.

Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.

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