I was awakened at 2:30 this morning by a flash of light outside our bedroom window.
I’m accustomed to the odd nighttime event, being a Dreamer and all, and this was definitely odd. Mainly because the dogs didn’t bark. Actually, I guess that was the good news. It meant there were no intruders on the property. (I’ve had intruders on my property before–during one of the very few times I didn’t have dogs–and it was the ultimate in creepy and … Read More
Okay, so I was only joking. Of course Finnegan is a cat and not a dog. In fact, I think he’s at least part, if not all, Maine Coon cat, which would explain his heavily tufted ears and his big, bushy tail. It would also explain his dog-like personality, and his superior hunting skills. Just ask the mice around here. If you can find any left.… Read More
Cait and I went Trick-or-Treating with friends last night, and, for the first time in decades, I experienced Halloween as I remembered it as a kid.
For a time, when I was young, we lived in a great neighborhood where everyone knew each other and the kids all played in one big pack. In that neighborhood, Halloween was celebrated with as much fanfare as Christmas. Everyone decorated their houses. Costumes were thought out and planned in advance. Halloween night had … Read More
A pet-loving friend sent this to me and cc’d a copy to Andrew. There’ve been several versions that have made the rounds. It still cracks me up.
… Read MoreDear Dogs,
When I say to move, it means to go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a
Cait has been pretty lucky with her teachers so far; they’ve all been good for her. This year is her luckiest yet. She has a teacher who loves the outdoors as much as she loves teaching kids. Every year, this teacher takes her class to the Nature Trails as part of her science unit. She uses nature to help bring science alive.
Today, for the second of several trips, Cait’s class spent an hour hiking through the woods, observing and … Read More
One of the last books I read just before Caitlin was born, almost eleven years ago now, was Larry McMurtry’s Buffalo Girls . How do I know that for certain? Because in that book is the chorus to the song, Buffalo Girls. It goes:
Buf-falo Girls won’t you come out to-night,
come out to-night, come out tonight,
Buf-falo Girls won’t you come out to-night,
and dance by the light of the moon.
And why would that chorus be memorable … Read More
Like dogs, I find that people fall into two main categories–those who look down and those who look up. By down I mean looking at what’s in front of us–the earthly things. By up I mean looking at what’s up in the sky–the vision of things happening overhead.
Like Graidy, who, as part bird dog, instinctively looks up to find movement (as contrasted by Kiera, my herder, who instinctively looks down and around for movement) I’ve always been drawn to … Read More
