What's New, Puppy Dog?

This article was first published in the March 2009 issue of Fusion.

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Hey there everyone, my name is Willie! Actually my full name is “Little Willie B Furrtyl Willie B. Furrtyl,” but my Mom says that my name is almost bigger than I am, so most of my friends just call me “Willie B.” for short. I am almost three months old now, so I may be just a little puppy, but one day I will grow up and be big and strong! Well, at least as big as a Yorkie can get. Sometimes my Mom says that I just don’t seem to understand that I am a little dog. This is exactly how the following story got started:

It was a long time ago, back on something my parents called “Super Bowl Sunday”. We were all running around playing this game they called “cleaning the house up” and I was having a great time investigating all of the dark little places that they couldn’t get into. But every single time that I would find something that I thought they would like, they would just take it away and say, “No, No, Willie, you can’t have that.” Since they didn’t seem to be playing fair, I decided that I just wasn’t gonna share the stuff that I found with them anymore. That is when I found the coolest thing. I think it fell out of what
they call the “garbage”, but it smelled great and tasted even better.

Then I heard them coming around the corner. Instead of letting them take it away from me, I decided to swallow it. That wasn’t such a good move on my part. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a strange place with a big needle stuck in my paw and all the fur was shaved off of my tummy. I heard someone talking about the bone being bigger that my stomach was and they had to cut it out. That was when I noticed that my tummy had all these metal things called staples in it.

I hate to admit it, but I got pretty scared. I started really screaming and yelling for my Mom. Well when she came to pick me up she had this really great smell on her hands. I think I heard her call it “Peace and
Calming.” I’m not real sure what that means, but it sure did make me feel better. I was able to drift right off to sleep, because I wasn’t nervous anymore. I overheard Mom telling Dad that it was an Essential Oil and it was better for me than pain medicine was. All I know is that it sure made me feel better.

I just wanted to tell everyone about how much better this Essential Oil stuff made me feel, so maybe you can get your parents to get you some too! I even got my Mom to set up an email account for me. It is
little.willieb@yahoo.com. So that way, if any of you or your other Pet
friends have any questions about how your parents can use essential oils to make you feel better, then you can just email me. I’ll just ask my Mom about it and get back with you. Or, if you have any stories about something your parents do with essentials oils, you can tell me all about it. Just be sure to give me your name and tell me something about yourself, I love making new friends!