For this year's A-Z Challenge, I am organising my writing group's participation for the first time. So I am posting each entry here as well as on the website, Write On, Mamas! who are a writing group based in the San Francisco North Bay area. We will have 25 Mamas and one Papa writing on a different letter of the alphabet during the A-Z Blog Challenge. Comments are always so appreciated, but would be lovely if you would comment on the Write On, Mamas! blog so the author will read your comment. Thanks and look forward to reading your blogs.
|Photography by Mary Allison Tierney|
I’m not sure if my family’s Facebook habit is getting out of hand or if our doggy love has gone over the deep end. But Kashi, our oh-so-adorable white fluff ball of a dog, has more friends on Facebook than I do. He hit the 200 mark weeks ago. I don’t even look at the count anymore – why make myself feel like a reject? I’ve been on Facebook way longer than he has. His profile picture is awfully darn cute. He is irresistible while I, apparently, can be easily resisted.
Not only that, but his friends actually pay attention to what he’s doing and comment on it. I’ll post something that I think is sure to grab interest or be worth a chuckle and I get zip comments. Kashi posts something pithy like “Wish I had a chewy treat right now” and ten friends pipe in with what they’d like to give him.
Don’t even get me started on how many girlfriends he has. “Wanna play with me this weekend?” his bud Indigo asks. And some cute little mutt who goes by the name Poppy Fluff Flower pretended they were married for awhile to keep other bitches away. His pleading dark eyes shine a light into the vulnerability behind his machismo.
We left him with his sitter this weekend. We were barely out of town when on his page is posted “The family just left! Time 2 party!” He was sacked out when we returned Sunday evening. He’d obviously seen plenty of action during our absence. Hardly glanced at the new winter sweater and anti-itch shampoo we brought home to him. And today his post says “So tired from the weekend. Just gonna sleep all day long.” Me too buddy, but I still made it into work. Get a grip, or a stick or a bone or something.
Marianne Lonsdale lives with her husband, Michael, and son, Nicholas, in Oakland, California. She writes personal essays and short stories, and is now focused on developing a novel. Her work has been published in the San Francisco Chronicle, Literary Mama, Fiction365, The Sun, and Pulse.