Making Mom Happy

I told you this time I would tell you how I make Mom happy. At first it was easy cause everything I did was cute even if I was being a bad puppy. All I really had to do was was run around and around then tip my head to the left. Hilarious? Right, at least she thought so.
But she is so sad it goes real deep. Now it takes all that is in my bag of cutes. She still goes for the head sitting. Now I am bigger I have to sit on her shoulder and put my head on top of hers. And, it still gets a chuckle.
Now her happy isn't so big. But it's my job so I try harder, I can jump very high (for a dog with 2" legs)now that I am a big boy. And, I can find more stuff to hide on her, I don't know why but she loves paper and somehow thinks it is important. All it does is make funny noises when you chew on it. Doesn't even taste very good. But when I steal it she says, "Widget what am I going to do with you?" But then she smiles.
Most paper is easy to find but she puts her special paper where I can't get it. But the one that is the best is up under the kitchen chairs. They roll so you have to get a good grip and pull it off quickly. Then run like the dickens. Mom chases me till she can con me to drop it. I am a sucker for a treat. Then she laughs.
She buys me lots of toys. I have a giraffe that really makes her smile when I grab and shake it.
Kelly ( the other redhead) says Mom thinks giraffes aren't real. Not because my toy isn't real, she just doesn't think God would make something that strange.
I think she should just accept them, cause she's strange too, but I love her anyway. When she cries I get on her lap and lick her face till she stops crying and I am almost out of spit. I like to sit on her lap and snuggle with her cause it makes her smile. I live for those smiles and a hearty laugh sends me to ecstasy. Bill said it wouldn't be easy, but I love my job.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY OVER NITES WITH KEN