Cookie

Growing up I had this wonderful dog named Cookie.  She was a black and white shih-tzu so naturally the full name of Oreo Cookie Martin was deemed appropriate.  Cookie was awesome...but crazy.  She chewed the windows, ate her own poop, and frequently set off the house alarm by throwing her body up against the kitchen windows when a bird flew by.  However, she snuggled in bed with me every night, loved to swim, and was my best friend for many years!

I will never forget anytime we opened the front door we'd hear little doggy nails scraping on tile floors as Cookie ran to get outside.  Meanwhile it was a race for us to beat her and close the door before she had a chance to get away!  Because on those instances that she actually beat us out the door, well it was all over.  Cookie would take off!  All you would see was a little dog butt and paws pumping up and down as she'd run farther and farther away.  She was never really after anything in particular...she just loved to run - and FAST!  We never could catch her on foot....we always had to jump in the car and drive around the neighborhood yelling her name.  Such a nightmare.

You know how when someone passes on it is said that their spirit energies can be transferred to another?  I'm not sure if I entirely believe this but I'm beginning to think that if it is true...well then I know who has Cookie's spirit.

I'm telling you, we open the front door and the next thing we see is a baby butt and the bottom of his feet as he runs towards our neighbors house.  He'll run around the entire neighborhood if we'll let him (and sometimes we have).  So neighbors...now you know why we are sometimes walking around the 'hood in our socks.  And when you see this, feel free to rob our house...because in a rush to catch the kid, we've most likely left the door wide open.

I don't know what it is but this kid is obsessed with the outdoors.  And I'm beginning to think he's a marathon runner in the making.