Guest Post - Rose

Rose is a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful heart.  She blogs from time to time over at Walking the Labyrinth, and she is currently adjusting to having a new baby Aidan in the house :)

It's heartwarming to see Aidan through the eyes of a child, or a pup.  To them, he is nothing other than he should be.  He's sweet and happy and fun.  He's not broken.  He's not complicated.  He's our Bug.  Nothing more, nothing less.

OH HI! MY NAME IS ROSE! ME AN’ MY MOM AN’ MY SISTER JUST MOVED IN DOWNSTAIRS! WE LIVE WITH BUG, AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT MAMA CALLS HIM, “BUG” BUT HE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE ANY BUG I’VE EVER SEEN. HE DOESN’T SMELL LIKE ANY BUG I’VE EVER SMELT EITHER AND I’VE SEEN AND SMELT LOTS OF BUGS. I MAY HAVE TASTED A BUG OR TWO, TOO, BUT DON’T TELL MY MAMA. SHE’S A REAL CONTROL FREAK ABOUT WHAT FOODS I’M ALLOWED TO EAT! SO IS BUG’S MAMA. HAHA! BUG CAN’T EAT BUGS, EITHER. THE MAMAS SAY IT’S ‘CAUSE HE IS MEH-TICK-ALLY COMPLICATED BUT I DON’T THINK HE IS MEH-TICK-ALLY COMPLICATED BECAUSE MY MAMA HAS TO PUT THIS SMELLY GOO ON MY BACK ONCE A MONTH TO KEEP THE TICKS AWAY AND I SNIFF AND I SNIFF THE BUG AND HE DOES NOT SMELL LIKE MY SMELLY TICK GOO. 

ANYHOW, MAMA TRIED TO EXPLAIN THAT WHAT IT MEANS THAT BUG IS MEHTICKALLY COMPLICATED IS THAT HE NEEDS TO EAT SPECIAL FOODS THAT ONLY COME FROM THIS TOTALLY GROSS SMELLING FORMULA. I DON’T THINK IT MEANS HE IS SICK THOUGH BECAUSE HE IS SURE NOT SICK. I MEAN, HE CRIES SOMETIMES AND HE SURE CRIES LOUD SOMETIMES BUT MOSTLY HE LAUGHS A LOT. SOMETIMES WE ALL PLAY IN THE BACKYARD AND MAMA HOLDS HIM AND GIVES HIM BALLS TO THROW FOR ME ANY MY SISTER. HE DOESN’T THROW THEM ZACTLY HE JUST DROPS THEM, SORTA, BUT IT’S STILL FUN TO CHASE THEM. 

MAMA HAS BEEN TEACHING BUG A NEW TRICK, IT’S AN OLD TRICK TO ME. BUG HAS BEEN LEARNING ABOUT WHERE HIS HEAD AND BELLY ARE AND MAMA IS TEACHING HIM WHERE HIS TONGUE IS. ALL MY FRIENDS CALL ME THE LICKER SO I TOTES ALREADY KNOW WHERE MY TONGUE IS. SO WE PLAY THIS GAME AND MAMA SAYS “WHERE’S YOUR TONGUE” AND THE BUG PUTS OUT HIS TONGUE AND THEN I PUTS OUT MY TONGUE AND THEN BUG LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS. SOMETIMES IF MAMA AND BUG ARE SITTING CLOSE ENOUGH WHEN I PUT OUT MY TONGUE I TRY TO LICK THE BUG BUT I GOTTA DO IT WHEN MAMA ISN’T LOOKING BECAUSE SHE’S ALWAYS ALL “NO, ROSE, NO TONGUE” WHICH, PARDON MY FRENCH, IS TOTES NOT COOL.

BUT ANYWAYS. I LIKE THE BUG, ALTHOUGH, I STILL DON’T THINK HE IS A BUG. AND I DON’T THINK HE’S ALL THAT MEHTICKALLY COMPLICATED ‘CAUSE HIS MAMA DOESN’T PUT SMELLY STUFF ON HIS BACK LIKE MINE DOES. AND FOR REALZ, HE CAN’T BE SICK ‘CAUSE HE’S A HAPPY GUY. SMILES LOTS, LAUGHS LOTS, RUNS AROUND LOTS, HUGS LOTS, CUDDLES LOTS, AND THROWS THE BALL FOR ME. SOUNDS LIKE A PRETTY NORMAL BUG TO ME.