I'm sort of in the process of just working on what is speaking to me at a particular moment. That's very common for me right now. --Bruce Springsteen, January 9th, 2014

Thursday, January 3, 2019

“Dragonfly Lake”

Note…. This in an autobiographical story!! Well, other than the fact that I actually have three siblings, and not just one brother like Hannah Louise does!! This story is an outtake from 2016!! It was created during my first disappearance…. Also known as The River Challenge!! However. It was also, like, twain separate fictional stories, so I broke them up into Volume One, and Volume Two!! Oh. My. Goodness…. The parallels between Hannah Louise’s Life in ‘Bob The Wiener Dog’ {do you remember that lengthy fictional story?}, and in ‘Dragonfly Lake’ are absolutely uncanny…. Wow.

“Dragonfly Lake”

Edited By Kara Kent!!

Dragonfly Lake. This is an incredibly beauteous, woodland, beatific place where my parents, my younger brother, Jeremy Michael, and I used to drive toward every single Summer as our faithful vacation spot. I remember a rocky area on the side of the road which served as my visual landmark that we were almost there to case our perfect campsite location…. At last…. Everyone’s favorite, most preferred spot had its very own private view of Dragonfly Lake!! Sometimes we were lucky enough to stay at that particular campsite…. Sometimes, it was already taken. As soon as Mom and Dad set up our large family-sized tent, I remember stretching my legs, running freely around vacant spots, exploring, trying to find ‘Bigfoot’s Cabin’, an ‘abandoned’ log cabin. I could never get lost on Dragonfly Lake’s campgrounds, for I had every single area memorized by heart!! Whether it be a few old-fashioned looking water hand pumps. Or stuffy, germ-infested, human waste-smelling outhouses. Whether it be the wooden dock which leads to Dragonfly Lake.

I definitely knew my way around!!
Hannah Louise!! Jeremy Michael!!” I remember hearing our names being called.
It was always Dad.
Yeah?” I remember hollering back at the top of my vocal chords.
“Where are you?” I remember Dad asking in his low, deep tone of voice.
“I am over here, at ‘Bigfoot’s Cabin’!!” I would more than likely shout back.
“So am I!!” I remember Jeremy Michael always saying.
“Well, come back to our campsite!!” I remember Dad saying, “It is time for dinner!!”
Alright!!” I remember hollering back, “I am coming!!”
I remember running as fast as my skinny seven-year old legs could go.
Hey!!” I remember Jeremy Michael always saying, “Wait for me!!”
Come on, Jeremy Michael!!” I remember shouting at the top of my vocal chords.
Ssshhh….” I remember Dad hushing my naturally boisterous voice which always shot straight through Dragonfly Lake’s still woods and campgrounds, “Be quiet!!”
I remember I would always turn around and wait for Jeremy Michael to catch up with me.
He ran as fast as his shorter five-year old legs could go.
At our campsite, I remember Mom would build us a warm, cozy fire, its hot red-orange sparks flying, smoke filling the evening air, and perfuming my bight ginger-colored hair. For dinner that night, we were going to roast hotdogs!! I remember always making mine as black as coal, its juicy meat within well-done. Later that night, we would roast marshmallows for s’mores!! Yum!! I remember absolutely loving my sticky, sweet, sugary, graham cracker/chocolate/marshmallow sandwich!! Unlike the hotdogs, I never roasted them until they were black as coal, just tan. I remember eating as many s’mores as I could get away with until Mom told me that I’d had enough. Can I help it if I have a sweet tooth?! I remember the black smoke from our fire pit somehow always blowing toward where I was sitting. I would move my chair…. Only to have the smoke follow me, anyway!! Ugh.
I remember my eyes would soon sting, and I’d be coughing.
“The smoke likes you!!” I remember Mom always saying, “It means you’re sweet!! That is what they say!!”
Why?!” I remember saying as I repeatedly coughed, wheezed and gasped for air, “The smoke’s not after you, Dad, or Jeremy Michael!!”
Yes, it is!!” I remember either Jeremy Michael, Mom, or Dad always saying.
Soon, it would be time for bed. Already?! I remember Jeremy Michael and I would brush our teeth, then we’d walk toward a stinky outhouse with either Mom or Dad while carrying bright flashlights in the starlit pitch black darkness. Once everyone returned back to our campsite? I remember Jeremy Michael and I immediately putting our pajamas on. Then Mom tucked us into warm, cozy sleeping bags. I remember that we lay on the hard ground, but I did not mind at all!! Mom and Dad were allowed to stay up a little while longer than us, as they stoked our crackling, popping fire, talked quietly, or read books underneath flashlights, as crickets chirped noisily.
I remember falling asleep to those comforting sounds.
I awoke early every single morning during our camping trips at Dragonfly Lake…. Ready for my day, ready for an adventure. What aroused me around five in the morning every single day? Was it crows cawing noisily, in search of leftover food, and garbage? Maybe. Was it fellow campers’ dogs barking, their sound echoing through Dragonfly Lake’s sleepy woods, and campgrounds? Sometimes. Was it Dad—always the very first one up—chopping wood, and building a warm, cozy fire? Probably. Either way….?
I remember those were the comforting sounds that woke me up!!
Depending on our plans? I remember riding either my scooter, or my bicycle around the paved street loop—over, and over, and over—alongside Jeremy Michael!! Depending on our plans? I remember Mom, Dad, Jeremy Michael, and I would all hike a long trail together which lead to an incredibly breathtakingly beautiful view of Dragonfly Lake!! Depending on our plans? I remember Mom, Dad, Jeremy Michael, and I would play card games or board games for several hours!! Depending on our plans? I remember Mom, Dad, Jeremy Michael, and I would all drive toward Sky Blue Lake, another incredibly beauteous, woodland, beatific place which has unusually crystal clear water!!
Whatever our plans were, there was always pesky, blood-sucking mosquitoes.
As with weather conditions everywhere, I remember it could be unpredictable at Dragonfly Lake. Sometimes, we would experience pouring down rain which hit our tent in large drops. I remember once the weather was so miserably freezing cold that Mom, Dad, Jeremy Michael, and I actually drove home earlier than originally planned. We have experienced a hailstorm, its icy pellets hitting our tent like bullets. But usually, I remember enjoying days, and days, and days of endless welcoming, warm August sunshine!! Although, I never minded the seemingly indecisive weather conditions!! I remember it always felt like a fun adventure!! Ah, weather!!
This is just the chance you take for vacationing outdoors!!
At Dragonfly Lake, I remember that there was a short hike down toward its campground’s little ‘beach’. I walked that dirt path—while wearing nothing but my swimming suit—with Mom, Dad, and Jeremy Michael. I could never get lost hiking down toward Dragonfly Lake’s ‘beach’!! For I could walk it in my sleep!! At Dragonfly Lake’s little ‘beach’, I remember I can witness an incredibly breathtaking view of the mighty, often snow-covered Mt. Einstein!! Green, towering trees surrounded this beauteous, woodland, beatific place like it was a canvas painting by God Himself!! In the far off distance, I remember spying sailboats, their white triangular shape all I could see from miles away on Dragonfly Lake’s waters. Dad carried our bright yellow blow-up raft down to its ‘beach’. There, he would row Mom, Dad, Jeremy Michael, and I out toward Dragonfly Lake’s deep ends!! I remember pretending that I can swim—which I cannot—by walking into its sometimes warm, sometimes freezing cold waters!! There would always be long-bodied, blue-colored dragonflies hovering over the lake’s ‘shore’, hence this beautiful, serene place’s name!!
My heart, soul, and mind have countless fond memories at that campsite!!
To Be Continued….




Thursday, December 27, 2018

“Law-Breakin’, Rule-Breakin’ Elf”

{This is a conversation that I had with my nine-year old second cousin—and her Mama, Teira—on Christmas Eve….}

“{Kids} aren’t supposed to touch The Elf on the Shelf, but {my five-year old niece, Opal} loves playing with {Sweet Tooth}, so he’s a rebel!!” I said.

“Yeah, I accidentally touched {Trixie}, so we’re a little worried that {our gender neutral Elf on the Shelf} won’t make it back to the North Pole tonight….” said Teira.

“If I remember correctly, the book did not say that grownups can’t touch Elves on the Shelf,” I stated, “It said that children can’t touch him {or them}!!” I said.

“See?” Teira said to her fretting little girl, “{Trixie is} fine!!”

“I read somewhere Online that if {children} touch The Elf on the Shelf, then cinnamon will {bring back} their magic!!” I told my second cousin, “I don’t know if that means lay the elf in cinnamon, or…. That’d be kinda messy!! But {I read that} cinnamon works!!”

So by now, you have ‘met’ Sweet Tooth, my chocolate addicted, and sugar-obsessed Elf on the Shelf!! {Read previous poem!!} When I mentioned that Sweet Tooth has an incredibly huge personality for a little guy…. Well…. I will let Volume Two of my poems about Sweet Tooth explain!! Peace out, Mary Lou
P.S. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah {which ended on December 10th}, happy Winter Solstice {which occurred on December 21st}, happy Kwanzaa, and, of course, happy New Year!!
Note…. I had a plan. I was going to have this poem written—and posted—on Christmas Day. But I struggled with cosmic Writer’s Block!! Needless to say, Volume Two of my poems about Sweet Tooth was not lifting up off of the ground!! Then, on Christmas morning, I awoke at an ungodly hour with excitement within my heart, chocolate within my system, and the first verse within my soul!! I had a liftoff!! It took me three days—apparently, my Creative Powers work best in the mornings when I am composing poems—who knew?

“Law-Breakin’, Rule-Breakin’ Elf

Written by Mary Lou…. Edited by Kara Kent!!

There are important, and strict, laws;
Which were written by Santa Claus;
If I’m a North Pole citizen;
Then I can’t be touched by children;
Or I will lose all my magic;
And I can’t return to St. Nick;
But Opal loves playing with me;
She’s touched my hat, arms, and belly;
I am a law-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!
These are particular rules;
That I was taught in Elf School;
I can’t speak to anybody;
Not Opal, not little Bobby;
But these are children who seem nice;
I gave Opal some good advice;
‘Obey Mom and Dad on one take’;
Do not be ‘bad for badness sake’;
I am a rule-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!
Yes, there are significant laws;
Which were written by Santa Claus;
Christmas Eve, I can’t be here;
To ‘the Boss’, I reappear;
In Mary’s bedroom, I will stay;
And stay until New Year’s Day;
To the North Pole, I can’t go back;
I’ve been shunned from my Scout Elf pack;
I am a law-breakin’, rule-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!

Monday, December 24, 2018

“Sweet Tooth”

After seeing an Elf on the Shelf at a local antique shop last year {and wanting him, but talking myself out of it}, I caved, and I bought an Elf on the Shelf this Christmas!! His name is Sweet Tooth {although my youngest brother, Michael—who has Down syndrome—refers to him as Elvis, because that was what I originally planned to call him}!! Why did I name my Elf on the Shelf Sweet Tooth? Because, let's face it…. Nearly everybody possesses a cosmic sweet tooth during Christmastime!! Cookies!! Candy!! The chocolate molds in an advent calendar!! Also, I had just watched Elf before ‘adopting’ Sweet Tooth {well…. I have not registered my elf Online}, and Buddy possessed a cosmic sweet tooth!! ‘Is there sugar in syrup? I love sugar!’…. Sweet Tooth is, like, the most adorable ‘little person’ with his impish smile, his watchful cheery blue eyes, and his rosy cheeks!! He actually has an incredibly huge personality for a little guy!! Happy Christmas Eve!! Peace out, Mary Lou
PS. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah, happy Winter Solstice, and happy Kwanzaa!!

“Sweet Tooth”

Written by Mary Lou…. Edited by Kara Kent!!

I tell Santa Claus who’s naughty or nice;
But I have one bad, yet important, vice;
I love sugar, that is so not an act;
I stole your almond bark, it’s a fact;
Don’t let my cheery blue eyes fool you;
I licked your candy cane, it is true;
Don’t let my impish smile fool you;
I love chocolate crinkle cookies, I do;
No, don’t let my rosy cheeks fool you;
Yes, I have an addiction through and through;
I love all Christmas cookies, that’s the truth;
For I’m an elf, and my name is Sweet Tooth!!
I am here to spread some Christmas Spirit;
I ate the advent calendar’s chocolates;
Ah, I love fudge, peppermint bark, toffee….
Rich steaming hot chocolate is my coffee;
Cookies, sugar, candy, what do I care;
Give me peanut clusters, I’ll be there;
Molasses cookies, molasses cookies;
Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me;
I know that ‘Christmas calories don’t count’;
So, I’ll stay slim, my pounds will not mount;
I love all Christmas candy, that’s the truth;
For I’m an elf, and my name is Sweet Tooth!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

“Nativity Poem”

Alright, now it is time for me to get a little bit personal. I have felt very lost as an artist this year. Not creatively…. Because, to quote Bob Dylan from his song, ‘Maggie’s Farm’, ‘I’ve got a head full of ideas that are drivin’ me insane’!! That is ‘my’ line {which describes me absolutely perfectly as an artist}, a song lyric that was written and recorded before my time!! I haven’t felt very lost because I do not know who I am as an artist…. Although I’ve been there, done that. Yes, I have travelled that potholed road before. I do indeed know who I am…. I’m a writer, an artist who ‘paints pictures’ with words!! That is my calling!! However. I have not quite been bold enough to exercise my ‘voice’ on this little Blog which doesn’t ever get any comments. Why? Because, all I have wanted to do throughout 2018 is create new fictional stories. For me…. Not for my Blogging Friends, Readers, and Followers. That is only one reason which explains why I have disappeared from ‘Minuscule is good!’ so frequently this year. But, 2019 is literally two weeks away, and I have some promises to keep with myself, God has plans for me…. Peace out, Mary Lou
P.S. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah, happy Winter Solstice, and happy Kwanzaa!!

Note…. This poem was never titled. Is that because I could not come up with a name for it? Was I feeling artistic, so I intentionally didn’t title this poem? To this day, I haven’t a clue!! This is most likely my most posted poem, so longtime Blogging Friends, Readers, and Followers have already probably read it….

Written by Me!!

An angel came to Mary;
Said you’re having a Baby!
And she was shocked by his news;
But God’s found favor in you.
Joseph had lots of doubts;
Now their plans won’t work out;
Then an angel came in his sleep;
This wonderful wife you should keep!
Soon they had to move away;
Since the couple couldn’t stay;
They left their old town;
For Bethlehem renown.
Suddenly, a feeling;
Our Baby is coming;
But every room was full;
Except for this stable!
Some poor shepherds watched sheep nearby;
When an angel flew from the skies;
While scaring them badly;
He told of the Baby!
And a host came, announcing;
Glory to God, Newborn King!!




Tuesday, December 11, 2018

“Snowflakes”

I have seen the pageview counts on ‘Mary’s Poem’. And, although I am grateful that people still read what I write as an artist {especially after being ‘The elusive Mary Lou’}, there were not any comments on that poem. Since I have seen the pageview counts, I know that there is {to quote Bruce Springsteen}, ‘anybody alive out there’, Blogging Friends, Readers, and Followers!! So, we are going to play a little one-question quiz!! Yes, it is Christmas-themed!! Question…. How many members of The Beatles does it take to write a Christmas song? Answer? Three out of four, apparently!! Who knew?! Can you name which members of The Beatles wrote ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ that was recorded by Paul McCartney and Wings? Yes, Google-searching its answer is absolutely allowed…. I had to!! Bonus points if you already know how many members of The Beatles wrote ‘Wonderful Christmastime’!! Leave your answers in my comments section!! One, two, three, four…. Go!! Peace out, Mary Lou

P.S. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah, happy Winter Solstice, and happy Kwanzaa!!

Note…. ‘Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!’. ‘Jingle Bells’. ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’. Question…. What do those three Christmas songs all share in common? Answer…. Neither one of them are about Christmas at all!! Am I right? Where are Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus in those song lyrics? Nowhere!! Where are Santa Claus, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph in those song lyrics? Nowhere!! ‘Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!’, ‘Jingle Bells’, and ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ truly all three have to do with Winter, not Christmastime!! That being mentioned? This week, I have decided to post a poem about snow!! Because, after all…. Even the song, ‘Winter Wonderland’ has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas!! This poem was composed during a historical arctic blast {aptly named ‘Snowzilla}, that occurred ten years ago…. When ‘it {did not} show signs of stopping’, our cul-de-sac was literally snowed in for several weeks on end, and we actually had a somewhat rare ‘White Christmas’!! Enjoy!!

“Snowflakes”

Written by Me…. Edited by Kara Kent!!

Snowflakes begin as insignificant specks;
From clouds they flurry, to the grounds collect;
What an incredible concept, they’re individually made;
By our Creator’s Hands whose Eye for detail never fades;
Snowflakes fall through skies so great;
Wrapping nature in white once the accumulate.     

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

“Mary’s Poem”

Confession number one…. I have been shamelessly listening to Christmas music since before Halloween!! Why? Because Elvis Presley made me do it and I never argue with The King!! I was also battling a head cold during that time…. And Elvis soothes my soul!! Confession number two…. I have been shamelessly hip swaying/dancing/cutting loose to Bob Dylan’s album, Christmas In The Heart, every single Monday, Wednesday, and Friday since November 2nd!! I sing those songs with him…. Our voices are one…. I call it ‘Bob Dylan Christmas karaoke’!! Confession number three…. I shamelessly filled my little bedroom from top to bottom with Christmas decorations the week before Thanksgiving!! Do not judge…. Because, what Elvis once sang is so true…. ‘Oh why can’t everyday be like Christmas; Why can’t that feeling go on endlessly; For if everyday could be just like Christmas; What a wonderful world this would be….’ Peace out, Mary Lou
P.S. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah, happy Winter Solstice, and happy Kwanzaa!!

Note…. During a conversation that I had with my fifteen year old cousin on Thanksgiving, I told him how I’ve frequently disappeared from ‘Minuscule is good!’ throughout 2018. ‘Just call me Houdini!!’ I exclaimed. ‘{I am} the elusive Mary Lou!!’ I announced. To which he laughed. ‘Yeah, I’ve gotten really good at the whole disappearing thing, I admitted. Then, my genius cousin made a brilliant suggestion…. What if I post multiple fictional stories on ‘Minuscule is good!’ to make up for lost time? Huh. That is not a bad idea…. Well, it’s the Christmas season, {which is my most very favorite time of year}, so I thought I’d post a weekly Christmas poem {which I composed}, all month until December 25th, 2018!! These poems kind of suck {in my opinion}, but I wrote them from the depths of my heart and soul…. This is going to be fun!!

“Mary’s Poem”

Written by Me…. Edited by Kara Kent!!

Lord, I lift up my Baby Boy;
He’s going to carry burdens of society’s employs;
What’s expected, an angel did tell;
He’ll be referred to as the Son of God, I know full well;
Prepare Him mentally for such a great Calling;
Equip this Child with all things needed in saving man from falling;
May He own courage, integrity, boldness;
Above mortal kings and leaders, His Throne will exceed the Highest;
Although I can’t comprehend, or predict the Future of my Boy;
Serving as our Lord’s mother, I’ll find incredible joy;
Heavenly Father, I acknowledge that You have favor in me;
You’re my Sovereign Savior, You are Holy;
Our sacred event was long ago a part of Your Plans;
I dedicate this Sleeping Infant to You; He’s in Your Hands.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

“Bob The Wiener Dog”

Is there anybody alive out there?!’ {Bruce Springsteen}. There have not been any positive comments on my last three fictional stories!! So!! I sort of thought, ‘screw you’, I disappeared for three months, and I allowed myself a much-needed Summer break from ‘Minuscule is good!’!! Meanwhile, I have created four fictional stories while also partaking on—surprise, surprise—an incredible soul searching journey!! As resulted, I’ve spent all year {thus far} ‘taking cues’ from Bob Dylan, learning how to be a badass, and deciding that I truly don’t care about whether {or not} my fictional stories receive positive comments anymore!! Peace out, Mary Lou

Note Number One…. I am a writer, an artist who ‘paints pictures’ with words!! This is my calling, my God-given ability, gift and talent…. The only thing that I can do well!! I possess a crazy, never-shuts-down brain…. I always have and, hopefully, I always will!! I possess a wild imagination, as well…. I always have and, hopefully, I always will!! Even as I grew up, I was ‘writing’ fictional stories within my head…. Ask around…. They will tell you that this is the truth!! Growing up, I was a weird, somewhat eccentric, misfit girl…. I still am, now I’m just older and more mature!! Growing up, I had a white-colored boat bumper named ‘Bob’ that we found at our family’s annual Summertime camping location. My crazy, never-shuts-down brain and my wild imagination—which both serve me so well as an artist—‘wrote’ this fictional story!! Yes, yes…. ‘Bob’ was my wiener dog!! As always, I added several details!!

Note Number Two…. Since today marks the seventeenth anniversary of Tuesday, September 11th, 2001—when terrorists attacked America, murdered thousands, and collapsed the twin towers—to quote Bruce Springsteen…. ‘Come on up for the risin’, come on up, lay your hands in mine, come on up for the risin’, come on up for the risin’ tonight’. May we never forget…. Every time an airplane flies over our house roof—which is frequently—I am pausing and remembering seventeen years ago today.

Edited by Kara Kent!!

“Bob The Wiener Dog”

Just Say ‘No’ To Animal Cruelty Association. Seventy-five Percent Mixed Breed Dog Shelter. The veganism movement. These are two organizations {and one movement} that all do good deeds when it concerns animals. However. Shockingly enough, even during this current day and age, poor, innocent, helpless animals {such as canines, for example}, are still horrifically abused. They’re bruised, bloodied, maimed, scarred and deformed. Animals {such as canines, for example}, are still starved to nothing but skin and bones. Animals {such as canines, for example}, are neglected or abandoned. Yes, despite everybody’s tireless efforts with Just Say ‘No’ To Animal Cruelty Association, Seventy-five Percent Mixed Breed Dog Shelter and the veganism movement, abuse still happens. Unfortunately. This was the case with an adorable male miniature smooth haired dachshund.

His fur had been painted white and {shockingly}, he had been used as a boat bumper and was eventually abandoned, left for dead.

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“What was that sound?” said Rick, who is a tan-skinned, beard-faced family friend.

He had been hiking along Dragonfly Lake’s Laura Ingalls Wilder Trailhead with my brother, Jeremy Michael, and I.

“Is it Bigfoot?” said Jeremy Michael with a frightened expression written on his face, “Oh, I am terrified of him!! Why? Because Bigfoot is a vicious, large-sized, ape-like monster!! That’s why!! I heard that Bigfoot’s ghost resides here, at Dragonfly Lake!! Oh, he is out to haunt us!!”

“It is not Bigfoot!!” I said matter-of-factly, “Nobody has ever even seen him!! Why? Because Bigfoot is an elusive creature!! He does not want to ever be seen or ‘discovered’!! And that is exactly the way Bigfoot likes it!! Why? Because Bigfoot is an extremely private, misunderstood, large-sized, ape-like creature!! He’s not a quote-unquote ‘vicious monster’…. Bigfoot is actually kind and gentle!! But he hides away as a recluse so that nobody will ever see him!! Why? Because should a group of Bigfoot hunters witness or find him? The paparazzi will snap literally countless pictures…. He’ll be all over magazine covers and in newspapers…. Hollywood will want to film a major motion picture about Bigfoot’s Life…. Then, he’ll be reluctantly famous!!”

“Where did you imagine up such a creative story like that, Hannah Louise?!” exclaimed Rick, “I love it!!”

But before I could say anything, Rick spoke once more.

Sssshhh….” Rick patiently said, “Do not answer that, Hannah Louise!! Sssshhh…. What was that sound? It is definitely not Bigfoot, Jeremy Michael…. Listen!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“I think it is…. A dog!!” exclaimed Rick with a sense of urgency in his voice, “The crying sound is coming from down there, in Dragonfly Lake’s waters!! Come on, Hannah Louise and Jeremy Michael!! Follow me!! Let’s see if we cannot hike down there….”

Alright!!” I said as I followed Rick.

“Hey, wait for me!!” said Jeremy Michael as he ran after us.

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

Heartbreaking. Desperate. Lonesome. Sad. Soul-bleeding. Those five words worked wonders in describing precisely what this poor miniature dachshund’s whining, whimpering, yelping and yapping sounded like. Was he barking simply to alert his people of neighbors passing by? No. Was he barking in a protect-his-family-from-harm sort of guard dog fashion? No. Was he simply barking because somebody had just stepped foot onto the front porch? No. As I followed Rick down toward Dragonfly Lake’s waters, I listened closely. Was this poor miniature dachshund whining and whimpering because of petrified fear? Yes. Was this poor miniature dachshund yelping and yapping out of physical pain? Yes. Did this poor miniature dachshund urgently need Rick, Jeremy Michael and I to rescue him? Yes!!

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“It is a dog!!” exclaimed Rick, “Oh, my gosh!! It is a miniature dachshund!! Oh, my word….”

Rick paused for a nanosecond.

“And not only that….” said Rick, as his forehead furrowed, “But he or she is tied to a…. Boat? What on Earth….?”

We observed the poor miniature dachshund as he attempted to climb up a purple-painted boat {out of Dragonfly Lake’s waters} to no avail.

“But who the heck would do that to an innocent dog?” I said with a judgmental attitude, “I don’t understand…. Why would anybody tie some helpless miniature dachshund to their boat?”

“I do not know, Hannah Louise,” answered Rick.

“What if the poor miniature dachshund drowned?” I protested, “Those boaters—whoever they are—were obviously not giving him or her a lovingfureverhome!! What if the poor miniature dachshund became so terribly injured that he or she was rendered paralyzed?”

“Hannah Louise, please stop talking!!” commanded Rick, “Help your brother and I lift him or her out of Dragonfly Lake’s freezing cold waters!! We are going to save this poor little miniature dachshund’s Life!! Hannah Louise and Jeremy Michael…. Talk to him or her with a soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice. But be careful…. He or she is most likely badly injured!! Watch that this terribly frightened miniature dachshund does not bite you!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Hey there, little dog….” Rick slowly said as he began untying the rope from his or her neck, “We are not going to hurt you!! Nice puppy….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Hannah Louise, Jeremy Michael….” commanded Rick in a soft tone of voice, “Be prepared to carefully catch the miniature dachshund when I set him or her free!!”

Roger that!!” said Jeremy Michael and I in unison.

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“You’re a good dog!!” said Jeremy Michael, whose voice sounded very soothing, “You know that? You’re a good, good, good, good, good dog!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“I do not know who those heartless Dragonfly Lake campers are that tied you to this boat….” I said in a nurturing tone of voice, “Sssshhh…. Don’t you cry…. What those boaters did was dog abuse, bullying, and animal cruelty all rolled into one!! But I will love you forever….”

“I have a really, really, really, really, really good idea!!” exclaimed Jeremy Michael, “Let’s keep this miniature dachshund!!”

Yeah!!” said Hannah Louise, “Mom and Dad will definitely say ‘yes’, especially after hearing the story of how we found this poor, innocent, helpless, abused miniature dachshund and helped Rick save his or her Life!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

Hannah Louise…. Jeremy Michael….” said Rick as he struggled to untie the poor miniature dachshund’s rope, “I never said that you two could keep this dog!! He or she already has quote-unquote ‘owners’!! I cannot promise that you will be able to keep this miniature dachshund!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“But, Rick, that is not fair!!” I protested, “His or her so-called ‘pet parents’ used their poor, innocent, helpless, living, and breathing miniature dachshund as a freakinboat bumper!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“I completely understand that, Hannah Louise….” said Rick as he kept struggling to untie the poor miniature dachshund’s rope, “And if I find these boaters—also known as this dog’s quote-unquote ‘owners’—then I’ll definitely report them to Just Say ‘No’ To Animal Cruelty Association!!

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“But shouldn’t you call the police?” I asked with a judgmental attitude, “And have his or her so-called ‘pet parents’ arrested for dog abuse? Shouldn’t you tell Dragonfly Lake’s forest ranger, Dale, that we found a nearly drowning, most likely badly injured, terribly frightened miniature dachshund tied to somebody’s boat?” 

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Hannah Louise…. Jeremy Michael….” said Rick, “Talk to the miniature dachshund with a soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice…. And be prepared to carefully catch him or her…. I almost have the rope untied!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“I have you, little dog….” I said in a soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice, as I wrapped my arms around the poor miniature dachshund’s white-painted body, “Do not worry…. I have you, baby….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Do not be frightened, little dog….” said Jeremy Michael in a soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice, “We will not let you drown, buddy….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

Man, they certainly tied this rope very tight,” said Rick, “Alright, be prepared to carefully catch the miniature dachshund, Hannah Louise and Jeremy Michael…. Because his or her rope will finally come loose in one, two, three, four….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

A rescue mission. That was definitely what Rick, Jeremy Michael and I were on as together we saved the Life of this poor, innocent, helpless, badly hurt, nearly drowning, terribly frightened, male miniature smooth haired dachshund. Our rescue mission almost made me feel as though we were all four firefighters!! With Rick as Jeremy Michael’s and my Fire Chief!! Our rescue mission felt as though we were serving in a military operation!! With Rick as Jeremy Michael’s and my General!! Also, because we were, quite literally, stealing somebody else’s miniature dachshund during this rescue mission? It definitely felt like a weaponless, violence and murder-free heist, too!! With Rick, Jeremy Michael and I all three playing Tom Cruise’s character, Ethan Hunt, from Mission: Impossible!!

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“I have him!!” I announced, “And he is a boy miniature dachshund!! Trust me on that one!! I, uh, I kind of touched his penis!!”

Well done, Hannah Louise!!” said Rick.

“You touched his penis?” exclaimed Jeremy Michael, “Cool!! Did he urinate on you?”

I do not know….” I said, “Obviously his entire body is wet from being in Dragonfly Lake’s waters!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Does anybody have a beach towel with them so that we can dry this poor little miniature dachshund’s fur and carefully wrap him up in it?” asked Rick.

“I do!!” said Jeremy Michael, “I packed a beach towel for just in case we got wet in Dragonfly Lake’s waters!! Well, actually….”

Then, Jeremy Michael shot me an apologetic facial expression.

“It is really Hannah Louise’s The Little Mermaid beach towel!!” said Jeremy Michael.

“You packed Ariel?!” I said with shock in my voice, “What about your Han Solo beach towel?”

“It was hanging on the line to dry!!” said Jeremy Michael, “Sorry….

“It is alright….” I said, “What truly matters is that we have a beach towel to dry this poor, innocent, helpless little miniature dachshund’s white-painted fur and carefully wrap him up in it!!”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Oh my goodness….” gasped Rick as he gingerly took the miniature dachshund from me and carefully wrapped him in my beach towel, “This poor dog is so underweight that he must be starving to death….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

Poor baby….” I said, “His white-painted fur is also covered in fleas…. I saw several of them when I was holding him….”

“Well, this poor miniature dachshund is beyond dirty….” said Rick, “I mean, he’s filthy…. Who knows what his Life was like before we rescued him….”

Yeah….” I said with a judgmental attitude, “He most likely slept in his own urine and poop….”

Ewwww….” said Jeremy Michael, “That is disgusting!!”

“I absolutely agree….” I said, “His poor little body also has several mosquito bites from being used as a living, and breathing boat bumper at Dragonfly Lake….”

“He definitely needs an incredibly healing, warm, soothing bath, that is for certain….” said Rick.

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“He is shaking….” said Jeremy Michael, “Like a Chihuahua…. Does that mean he is freezing cold?”

Possibly….” said Rick, “He has been in Dragonfly Lake’s freezing cold waters…. The poor little miniature dachshund is probably shivering….”

“That or he’s trembling as resulted from being used, abused and mistreated by his sorry excuse for ‘pet parents’….” I said with a judgmental attitude.

Then, I softened my tone.

Poor baby….” I said, “He most likely suffers from anxiety issues and does not trust us, or anybody for that matter….”

Probably….” said Rick, “I think that he has suffered through a lot…. More than we will ever even know….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

Ssshhh….” said Rick in a soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice, as he cuddled with the miniature dachshund, “It is alright, little dog….”

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“Here, let me hold him….” I said.

Then, Rick carefully passed the miniature dachshund over to me.

Whine, whimper, yelp, yap, whine….

“‘Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird….” I softly sang, “‘And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring; And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass; And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat; And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull; And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover; And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart; And if that horse and cart fall down, you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.’”

Then {as if by a divine miracle}, the miniature dachshund stopped whining, whimpering, yelping, yapping and crying!!

Wow, Hannah Louise….” exclaimed Rick, “You really have the magic touch!!”

Yeah, she has a special way with dogs!!” said Jeremy Michael, “Plus roosters, cats, pigs, snakes and horses, as well!! Hannah Louise has ‘the magic touch’ with every single animal on our entire planet!!”

“I knew that….” said Rick, “But seeing is believing!! You could be a veterinarian someday, Hannah Louise!!”

“I know!!” I said with confidence in my soft, soothing, nurturing tone of voice, “Look…. He is not trembling anymore….!!”

Good!!” said Rick, “You keep cuddling with him, Hannah Louise!!”

Then, Rick paused for a nanosecond.

Jeremy Michael?” said Rick.

Yeah?” said Jeremy Michael.

Follow me down here as I investigate the boat,” said Rick, “Let’s see if we cannot find this miniature dachshund’s quote-unquote ‘owners’ together!!”

Alright!!” said Jeremy Michael.

Hannah Louise?” said Rick.

To which I stopped softly humming ‘Hush Little Baby’ and speechlessly looked up from the miniature dachshund in my arms.

Stay right here,” said Rick, “Your brother and I will not be too far away from you!! Don’t wander off!!”

“Even though I have Dragonfly Lake’s campgrounds memorized by heart and I know my way around?” I asked.

Yes,” answered Rick, “Stay right here, Hannah Louise!!”

Aye aye, Captain!!” I said with a cockeyed smirk written on my face.

“I mean it,” said Rick, “You may have Dragonfly Lake’s campgrounds memorized by heart and know your way around, but these woods are huge!! Stay right here!!”

Roger that!!” I said with sincerity in my voice.

‘Stay right here’. Those were Rick’s—our General, Fire Chief, and Commanding Officer all rolled into one—words. ‘Stay right here’. Do not search Dragonfly Lake’s familiar campgrounds—with the miniature dachshund in my arms—for his so-called ‘pet parents’. ‘Stay right here’. Do not walk back toward campground number five—where we were staying—to excitedly show Mom and Dad this poor, innocent, helpless, abused, beautiful miniature dachshund that we rescued. ‘Stay right here’. Do not walk toward ‘Bigfoot’s Cabin’, a lone little house—with the miniature dachshund in my arms—or wander to Dragonfly Lake’s wooden docks. ‘Stay right here’. Since our rescue mission {as I have mentioned before} felt like a weaponless, violence and murder-free heist from Mission: Impossible? All I could say to Rick was….

“Yes sir, Mr. Ethan Hunt!!”

Ohhhhh-kay….” said Rick, “Whatever that is supposed to mean!! Just stay right here, Hannah Louise!!”

“She will!!” said Jeremy Michael, “Hannah Louise sincerely meant that Mission: Impossible reference!! She will stay right here….”

Then, Jeremy Michael paused for a nanosecond.

“….Mr. Ethan Hunt!!” said Jeremy Michael with a smile written on his face.

Alright, let’s go and investigate that purple-painted boat!!” commanded Rick, “Come with me, Jeremy Michael!!”

Alright!!” said Jeremy Michael.

Purple?! I angrily thought, as I cuddled with the miniature dachshund, Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!! Their boat is painted purple?! Now isn’t that just a cruel irony!! Why? Because purple is not only a lovely color, but it also just so happens to be the color of animal abuse awareness, as well. See? That is why it’s a cruel irony!! How dare these so-called ‘pet parents’ have a purple-painted boat…. Then use their living and breathing miniature dachshund {poor baby}, as a canine boat bumper!!

I held the poor, innocent, helpless smooth haired miniature dachshund close to my beating heart.

Hello?” hollered Rick as he and Jeremy Michael investigated the boat, “Is anybody here? We have your miniature dachshund!!”

To which nobody answered back.

“Let’s look inside the boat’s windows,” suggested Jeremy Michael, “Maybe that way, we will be able to see somebody!!”

Good idea!!” exclaimed Rick.

And look through the boat’s windows they both did…. But nobody was inside.

“Wait, there is a handwritten note taped to this window!!” announced Jeremy Michael.

What does it say?” asked Rick, “Can you read it?”

Yes….” said Jeremy Michael.

I craned my ears and I listened very closely as Jeremy Michael read their note aloud while I cuddled with the miniature dachshund.

“It says….” read Jeremy Michael, “‘If you have found me, I am obviously tied to P., N. and W.’s boat!! You know the phrase ‘finders keeps, losers weepers’? Well…. P., N. and W. will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever weep if you keep me!! Why? I am a stupid, worthless, annoying mutt. {I have been called many, many, many, many, many things by P., N. and W….. A loyal companion is definitely not one of them!! Oh yeah…. My masters also never call me a cuddly lapdog!!} I yap and I bark way too much. I may eventually have expensive health issues like intervertebral disc disease, also known as a slipped disc. So, feel free to take me toward your Dragonfly Lake campground…. And even home!! But please, please, please, please, please leave the boat here…. Because Purple Rain belongs to P., N. and W.!! Yes, I am free!! You will not need to pay P., N. and W. a single penny for me!! Yours truly, It The Dog’”

“‘It’?!” I protested with a judgmental tone of voice as soon as Rick and Jeremy Michael returned, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!! P., N. and W. call this beautiful miniature dachshund ‘It’?! Do they even care to know that he is a boy? Probably not!! Because his quote-unquote ‘masters’ seemingly only care about their precious boat, Purple Rain than this living, and breathing, poor, innocent, helpless miniature dachshund!! That is preposterous!! It’s inconceivable!! That is despicable!! He even has open wounds because his poor little body bashed against that boat!!

“I absolutely, wholeheartedly, one-hundred and ten percent agree, Hannah Louise,” said Rick, “He hasn’t been neutered, either….”

“Are you serious?!” Jeremy Michael happily exclaimed, “He can have puppies?!” “Cool!! I want him to get another dog pregnant and have puppies!!”

“That isn’t a good idea, Jeremy Michael,” said Rick.

“Why not?” asked Jeremy Michael, “Since P., N. and W. obviously don’t even want this poor miniature dachshund, then we will be getting a new dog and puppies, too!! Well…. That will only work if he has puppies!! It sounds like a good idea to me!!”

“Because leaving this poor miniature dachshund unaltered and allowing him to have puppies is irresponsible dog ownership!!” I explained, “Besides, it’s not like we will get his puppies, anyway, Jeremy Michael…. He isn’t going to be the pregnant dog!!”

“Plus—do not forget, Jeremy Michael and Hannah Louise—your parents still have not said ‘yes’ about keeping this poor miniature dachshund!!” said Rick.

“Oh, they will!!” exclaimed Jeremy Michael and I in unison.

An animal activist and a vegan. That would describe our Dad. A cosmic lover and firm believer of happy endings. That would describe our Mom. When you combine a passionate, vegan, animal activist with an unapologetic fanatic of Hallmark film-like happy endings, chances are, we will be able to keep this adorable, poor, innocent, helpless, abused, neglected, abandoned male smooth haired miniature dachshund who was wrongfully used as P., N. and W.’s {also known as his so-called ‘pet parents’} living, and breathing boat bumper!! Yes, the odds of bringing this miniature dachshund home with us were already in our favor…. Even without asking!! Because Mom and Dad will definitely understand!!

Sure enough…. Mom and Dad not only understood, but they, too, felt sorry for this poor miniature dachshund!!

“He is not even wearing a dog collar or an incredibly cute nametag with his phone number on it….” I said as I was cuddling with the miniature dachshund, “So we don’t know what to call him!! He needs a name…. What should we call him?”

“How about ‘Bob’?” suggested Rick.

“Why don’t we name him ‘Lucky’?” suggested Jeremy Michael, “Because he is definitely hard to kill!! Or what if we name him ‘Miracle’?”

Lucky is my very favorite puppy in 101 Dalmatians!!” I exclaimed, “Plus there’s a strong anti-dog abuse message in that movie!! Why? Because Cruella De Vil wanted to murder and skin those adorable Dalmatian puppies for her fur coat!! Since our poor, innocent, helpless miniature dachshund was actually abused, ‘Lucky’ feels flawlessly befitting!!”

“Wait…. Why did you suggest that we name him ‘Bob’, Rick?” asked Jeremy Michael.

“Because….” explained Rick, “When we rescued this poor miniature dachshund, he was bobbing out of Dragonfly Lake’s freezing cold waters and climbing up the slippery boat in an effort to survive!!”

“I love it!!” I said with a smile written on my face, “Bob was bobbing out of Dragonfly Lake’s waters!!

So do I!!” agreed Jeremy Michael.

Hello Bob….” I said as I kissed the top of his head, “Welcome to the family, buddy!!