Spirit's Archives - August 2006 and Earlier

Me and Dewey #1
(July 2006)

Mom couldn't have written Dancing into Joy without me and Dewey. First of all, we star in the book, 'cause Mom tells you about us there. And then there's the company Mom made to put out the book - she got the name from us, although I kept telling her it really should be "SpiritDew Publishing." She thinks that the other way makes more sense, 'though I sure can't see it.

I am in charge of the security around here and keep everyone and everything safe. Squirrels are the biggest threat out here in North Dakota. Mom thought it would be the cold weather, but me and Dewey got warm coats ready - and it only got cold one day. We didn't like going outside that one day with the wind chill down to fifty below zero, but Mom said we had to...

There are these big trees across the street. Mom counted 6 sets of squirrels chasing each other around the tree a couple of month ago. She said that means more squirrels - I don't understand that either. Both Dewey and I are what she calls "fixed." She says that's why I don't understand. What I DO understand is that squirrels are DANGEROUS ENEMIES. And every time I hear Mom say the word "squirrel" I have to check out the whole house and make sure that all of us are safe. Dewey looks at me as if I am silly when I do this - but I take my job as "Dog-in-charge-of-security" very seriously.

Dewey is the receptionist. He makes everyone who comes in pet him so that he can get a good smell and make sure that Mom wasn't crazy letting that particular human in house. Then he sits in front of them so that they can't hurt Mom - just in case his sense of smell is off that day and HE left some dangerous person into the house. I picked up this technique myself, but I actually sit on the people's feet. That works much better.

We both sit next to Mom when she is at that computer. When she needs inspiration, we take it as a sign she needs a break and we make her pet us. Then she gets inspired and we get back to napping. Napping during the day is very important. That way we are rested and can keep everyone safe all night when Mom is asleep.

Me and Dewey are very important around here!

Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut

Me and Dewey - #2
(July 2006)

Mom thinks she will get fan mail before I do. She thinks that writing a book is important. I think she is wrong, 'cause my picture is cuter. Looking cute is very important, especially for dogs like Me and Dewey who get put in shelters. That's how we find homes, by being cute. Did I tell you that I am the BLACK DOG in the picture? I definitely have a cuter tongue than Dewey does.

We like living here in North Dakota, 'cause we live on a corner and nice people stop and pet us. Dewey isn't sure that he likes summer when the temperature goes above 100 degrees. I don't mind, 'cause Mom leaves the basement door open and we go down there after we go outside. More people stop to pet us in the summer when they aren't busy shivering.

Mom gets upset when she turns on the TV and the newspeople talk about things called wars. When that happens, one of us jumps in her lap and makes her pet us. Mom says there might be fewer wars if everyone had a dog in their lap demanding to be petted. Demanding to be petted is a very important part of our job requirements.

Me and Dewey are VERY important around here!

(Dewey is working hard editing Mom's new book. Unfortunately, he is filling up that thing in the upper left corner more than Mom likes.)

Me and Dewey #3
(Mid-August 2006)

Sorry about the late issue - Mom got too busy putting church stuff on the website. Finally, it is MY TURN to get my stuff up.

When I moved into Mom's house back in Berne, NY, I was glad to meet Dewey. He played with me lots - until he found out I was staying. Then he pouted and wouldn't play. I was upset. I needed a home. I liked his.

The animal helping people had gotten me from the dog catcher as I had been running around the town knocking over garbage cans so I could eat. Mom says that's why I think the garbage can belong to me. I don't touch her food, but once it gets into the garbage can it is MINE.

I needed a pack to belong to; I had been waiting in the shelter for a home for two months. I didn't know what a home was, but the shelter people kept hoping I would find one. . . .

Mom told them she wanted a dog that would let Dewey be number one. So they brought me out. (Please not: I didn't LET Dewey be number one; he had to earn it even though it was his home he was sharing.) Mom had brought Dewey to the shelter to help chose a playmate. She looked at the dogs that were supposed to let Dewey be number one, and picked two friendly dogs about the same size as Dewey. One was ME! I was nervous as I got introduced to Dewey. I wanted a home, 'cause the shelter people said so - and he had one to share.

I like to play and be alive, so I tried to play with Dewey in the outside playpen at the shelter. He was too busy smelling the pen we were in, to make sure that Mom was safe there. He had to be sure since he smelled so many STRANGE DOG SMELLS. The other dog Mom brought out to meet Dewey didn't want to play and was scared of Dewey. I knew better. Dewey protects well, but he loves better. That's why his middle initial is "P" - for pet, play and protect - and in that order Mom says.

So I came home with Mom and Dewey, and Dewey played for awhile and then pouted. He didn't mind sharing Mom with people, but he wasn't sure he wanted to share her with another DOG. Pout begins with "P", too - so Dewey's initial is well-chosen! After awhile, Dewey stopped pouting and starting playing, again. Play always wins over pouting! Eventually.

Dewey had to teach me many things. One was that Mom was an important packleader and that we had a big pack. It was much easier to think of Mom as important, after all she was feeding me and I didn’t have to go into the garbage can (although when things in there smell real good I can't resist). But a BIG PACK OF PEOPLE? People do things that hurt. I trusted Mom 'cause she fed me and Dewey said so.

I knew play, but Dewey taught me about pet. I trusted Mom lots then, 'cause she was the on who did the pet. Mom's big pack did the pet thing, too. I really like it. There are lots of good people out there who don't hit dogs! Mom's new pack has lots of pet-people, too. I found that out at the church picnic. (See another picture of me here!)

Dewey helped me find a pack that I wanted to protect. I even protect the neighbors here. In this new piccture, I am checking things out and making sure that the contractors do a good job on the neighbors house across the street. That's the house that has all those dangerous squirrels!

So now my middle initial is "P", too.

Spirit P. Chesnut

P.S.Mom says that the "P" as my middle initial stands for pout sometimes, too. But not as often as with Dewey!
Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut

Me and Dewey #4
(August 2006b)

Mom is mean. She says that I am not supposed to dig cooling holes underneath all those nice green leaves. She thinks the trees might not appreciate it if their roots can't stay warm in the winter. Who wants to stay warm? It's hot outside!

Dewey needs to be even cooler than me, 'cause he has all that Husky hair. So I need to take care of my brother and make sure he has good cooling holes in the ground. After all, I dig better than he does!

Mom says the tree might not be around in five years if its roots don't get protection - but Dewey won't be around then and won't need the tree to hide under - who cares?

Dewey needs to be cool NOW!

It is important to have NOW what you need NOW. NOW is important. NOW is a filled water bowl, filled dinner bowl, petting, playing and treats. Also making sure everyone is safe. Protecting Mom from rattley pickups and squirrels is very important.

Mom says THEN is important, too, 'cause THEN I might have another brother with lots of hair. And he won't have a tree, 'cause it died. NOW and THEN are confusing things to think about.

I don't like to think about the OLD THEN in which people hit me before I met Mom. Do I have to think about the NEW THEN? Thinking about just the NOW is much easier. It's hard doing things right just worrying about NOW sometimes. What good is THEN?

(Here I am showing proper use of dog cooling holes.)

Mom says if anyone answers this question, I hafta reply. Don't make me think TOO hard. I am just a black dog with an elemenatry school diploma.

(Here I am with one hole for me that is keeping me cool and an extra one for Dewey.)

Me and Dewey - September 2006 - #5-6 - click here

Oh, Mom's book is here. And Mom's special poem is here.


Home Products Reviews Order Online About Kathleen Chesnut Kathleen's Page Spirit's Page LGW's Transcending Sexual Abuse Contact Us Join Mailing List Finding Yourself Dancing into Joy: a Workbook Dancing Into Joy NEW COVER Now $12.00 Classic Cover Now $14.95		Spirit's Archives - August 2006 and Earlier Me and Dewey #1 (July 2006) Mom couldn't have written Dancing into Joy without me and Dewey. First of all, we star in the book, 'cause Mom tells you about us there. And then there's the company Mom made to put out the book - she got the name from us, although I kept telling her it really should be "SpiritDew Publishing." She thinks that the other way makes more sense, 'though I sure can't see it. I am in charge of the security around here and keep everyone and everything safe. Squirrels are the biggest threat out here in North Dakota. Mom thought it would be the cold weather, but me and Dewey got warm coats ready - and it only got cold one day. We didn't like going outside that one day with the wind chill down to fifty below zero, but Mom said we had to... There are these big trees across the street. Mom counted 6 sets of squirrels chasing each other around the tree a couple of month ago. She said that means more squirrels - I don't understand that either. Both Dewey and I are what she calls "fixed." She says that's why I don't understand. What I DO understand is that squirrels are DANGEROUS ENEMIES. And every time I hear Mom say the word "squirrel" I have to check out the whole house and make sure that all of us are safe. Dewey looks at me as if I am silly when I do this - but I take my job as "Dog-in-charge-of-security" very seriously. Dewey is the receptionist. He makes everyone who comes in pet him so that he can get a good smell and make sure that Mom wasn't crazy letting that particular human in house. Then he sits in front of them so that they can't hurt Mom - just in case his sense of smell is off that day and HE left some dangerous person into the house. I picked up this technique myself, but I actually sit on the people's feet. That works much better. We both sit next to Mom when she is at that computer. When she needs inspiration, we take it as a sign she needs a break and we make her pet us. Then she gets inspired and we get back to napping. Napping during the day is very important. That way we are rested and can keep everyone safe all night when Mom is asleep. Me and Dewey are very important around here! Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut Me and Dewey - #2 (July 2006) Mom thinks she will get fan mail before I do. She thinks that writing a book is important. I think she is wrong, 'cause my picture is cuter. Looking cute is very important, especially for dogs like Me and Dewey who get put in shelters. That's how we find homes, by being cute. Did I tell you that I am the BLACK DOG in the picture? I definitely have a cuter tongue than Dewey does. We like living here in North Dakota, 'cause we live on a corner and nice people stop and pet us. Dewey isn't sure that he likes summer when the temperature goes above 100 degrees. I don't mind, 'cause Mom leaves the basement door open and we go down there after we go outside. More people stop to pet us in the summer when they aren't busy shivering. Mom gets upset when she turns on the TV and the newspeople talk about things called wars. When that happens, one of us jumps in her lap and makes her pet us. Mom says there might be fewer wars if everyone had a dog in their lap demanding to be petted. Demanding to be petted is a very important part of our job requirements. Me and Dewey are VERY important around here! (Dewey is working hard editing Mom's new book. Unfortunately, he is filling up that thing in the upper left corner more than Mom likes.) Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut Me and Dewey #3 (Mid-August 2006) Sorry about the late issue - Mom got too busy putting church stuff on the website. Finally, it is MY TURN to get my stuff up. When I moved into Mom's house back in Berne, NY, I was glad to meet Dewey. He played with me lots - until he found out I was staying. Then he pouted and wouldn't play. I was upset. I needed a home. I liked his. The animal helping people had gotten me from the dog catcher as I had been running around the town knocking over garbage cans so I could eat. Mom says that's why I think the garbage can belong to me. I don't touch her food, but once it gets into the garbage can it is MINE. I needed a pack to belong to; I had been waiting in the shelter for a home for two months. I didn't know what a home was, but the shelter people kept hoping I would find one. . . . Mom told them she wanted a dog that would let Dewey be number one. So they brought me out. (Please not: I didn't LET Dewey be number one; he had to earn it even though it was his home he was sharing.) Mom had brought Dewey to the shelter to help chose a playmate. She looked at the dogs that were supposed to let Dewey be number one, and picked two friendly dogs about the same size as Dewey. One was ME! I was nervous as I got introduced to Dewey. I wanted a home, 'cause the shelter people said so - and he had one to share. I like to play and be alive, so I tried to play with Dewey in the outside playpen at the shelter. He was too busy smelling the pen we were in, to make sure that Mom was safe there. He had to be sure since he smelled so many STRANGE DOG SMELLS. The other dog Mom brought out to meet Dewey didn't want to play and was scared of Dewey. I knew better. Dewey protects well, but he loves better. That's why his middle initial is "P" - for pet, play and protect - and in that order Mom says. So I came home with Mom and Dewey, and Dewey played for awhile and then pouted. He didn't mind sharing Mom with people, but he wasn't sure he wanted to share her with another DOG. Pout begins with "P", too - so Dewey's initial is well-chosen! After awhile, Dewey stopped pouting and starting playing, again. Play always wins over pouting! Eventually. Dewey had to teach me many things. One was that Mom was an important packleader and that we had a big pack. It was much easier to think of Mom as important, after all she was feeding me and I didn’t have to go into the garbage can (although when things in there smell real good I can't resist). But a BIG PACK OF PEOPLE? People do things that hurt. I trusted Mom 'cause she fed me and Dewey said so. I knew play, but Dewey taught me about pet. I trusted Mom lots then, 'cause she was the on who did the pet. Mom's big pack did the pet thing, too. I really like it. There are lots of good people out there who don't hit dogs! Mom's new pack has lots of pet-people, too. I found that out at the church picnic. (See another picture of me here!) Dewey helped me find a pack that I wanted to protect. I even protect the neighbors here. In this new piccture, I am checking things out and making sure that the contractors do a good job on the neighbors house across the street. That's the house that has all those dangerous squirrels! So now my middle initial is "P", too. Spirit P. Chesnut P.S.Mom says that the "P" as my middle initial stands for pout sometimes, too. But not as often as with Dewey! Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut Me and Dewey #4 (August 2006b) Mom is mean. She says that I am not supposed to dig cooling holes underneath all those nice green leaves. She thinks the trees might not appreciate it if their roots can't stay warm in the winter. Who wants to stay warm? It's hot outside! Dewey needs to be even cooler than me, 'cause he has all that Husky hair. So I need to take care of my brother and make sure he has good cooling holes in the ground. After all, I dig better than he does! Mom says the tree might not be around in five years if its roots don't get protection - but Dewey won't be around then and won't need the tree to hide under - who cares? Dewey needs to be cool NOW! It is important to have NOW what you need NOW. NOW is important. NOW is a filled water bowl, filled dinner bowl, petting, playing and treats. Also making sure everyone is safe. Protecting Mom from rattley pickups and squirrels is very important. Mom says THEN is important, too, 'cause THEN I might have another brother with lots of hair. And he won't have a tree, 'cause it died. NOW and THEN are confusing things to think about. I don't like to think about the OLD THEN in which people hit me before I met Mom. Do I have to think about the NEW THEN? Thinking about just the NOW is much easier. It's hard doing things right just worrying about NOW sometimes. What good is THEN? (Here I am showing proper use of dog cooling holes.) Mom says if anyone answers this question, I hafta reply. Don't make me think TOO hard. I am just a black dog with an elemenatry school diploma. (Here I am with one hole for me that is keeping me cool and an extra one for Dewey.) Spirit P. Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut Me and Dewey - September 2006 - #5-6 - click here Oh, Mom's book is here. And Mom's special poem is here.
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