I adopted a 7-week-old puppy from the Oregon Humane Society last week. I took an (un)necessary, excess number of HD and portrait mode photos of her with my iPhone X, so I decided to put them on my blog instead of flood people’s news-feeds with photos of this busy baby dinosaur. Join Kali’s journey and follow her story! Thanks for reading and sharing.
November 18, 2018

She’s a Good Girl…

They coined this a quiet storm, but I better refer to this as a storm in the dark — envisioning a fire in the sky, I write for the world to understand why.

ThePeople; coined by my 5-year-old precocious female cousin, not understanding that the others are our kinfolk. We’re suppose to love them folk.

Like the quiet storm at night, the lightning caught the eyes of the people aboard flight. And the thunder storm over Dallas Fort Worth was seen from my window seat, descending post my red-eye flight. Meanwhile, the first captain awaiting a ‘clear to land’ light.

The nights are now often like those red-eye-flights. For the fortunate up front, you often sleep well during the night. But if you’re on the 7WK K9 flight sitting next to her below…

You’d wish you paid for an exit row seat, or extra leg room row.

Sitting with her is like that child you (un)fortunately get a seat next to. Untrained for flight. Untrained to potty on her own, or hold it without a whining tone.

I adopted a dog and she’ll always need me to potty. My lil’ baby boopers often makes poopers but her excuse is I’m only a puppy so excuse my bloopers.

Unless I train her to flush my two button option toilet…sleep is for the weak.

I never slept on flights much. Instead I daydreamt. Which is what I do at 2am with Kali when she needs to go pee. I often wonder what she day dreams about. Because I hear her crying in her sleep. Maybe that’s how dogs weep?

But what should I expect from a stray? Found so cute with her siblings. Dumpster babies from California.

Kali, coined after some dark thoughts I thrice had, but I decided to shed them into the light. Like the dark quiet storm. I told the people how I once felt reborn.

I used to be afraid of the dark. Both mentally and visually. With Kali at 3 am, she leads me into the dark — both mentally and visually. A puppy isn’t easy to care for alone through the night. If your kids wear crowns through the night, I’m sure they’ll be alright before the morning’s bright.

If you read Sky’s the Limit, some stories begin in the night. Canvassing thoughts of light, maybe dark, but you decide what that portrait could look like.

All through the night, I await maybe a pee or a poop. I gotta clean that shit up. Without a weep, pride swallowed, now a compost bin full of leaves and poop.

Because puppies will always manage to keep you up.

So, I daydream in absence of when I’m suppose to dream.

They say, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown…

But as the nights are like my old red-eye-flights, I await wheels down.



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Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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