Kiera, Graidy, Wink and Me
Having been away for a few days to help my mother, I walked into the house to my happily leaping dogs. Graidy came rushing up the chair in front of me and used it like a springboard to catapult himself up into my arms. Kiera, wanting to lick my face, had trampoline feet, she was jumping so high.
Finally, I brushed them both off, so I could sit down on the floor. Then, and only then, could we give each … Read More
Just back in from the garden, where the peas will be ready to pick in a few weeks. Nobody in our family loved peas more than Magic. We’d have to race him back there just for the chance to eat a few raw off the vine, before Magic would have them all polished off.
He would have been eight today, if the neurological damage from Lyme disease hadn’t claimed him far too early.
My blog has been nominated for Best Animal Blog. To add your vote by clicking on the button. Once there, you need to click on the animal blogs link on the left sidebar and then find my blog on the first page. And you will be asked to sign up, which requires that you fill out a form before you can vote. Starting to change your mind about clicking? Yeah, I would be too. :) But, for those of you … Read More
It’s a good thing I get up early, because one of the walkers (with dogs) on our road passes by around 6:30 am. I make sure my dogs are inside and the dog door is closed, so that this woman can walk by in relative peace. Relative peace, I say, because Kiera and Graidy both seem to find it constitutionally necessary to get off at least a few barks each from inside the house.
As the day unfolds, a parade … Read More
It is both brilliant and amiable,
especially in the slow movement;
a clear second theme contrasts with the first theme and a brief closing theme,
and is so completely easy to understand
that even the commoners looked on with appreciation…
Cait’s sitting on her favorite seat in the house — me. As she’s done since she was a baby, she brushes the hair back from my face with both her hands so she can see my whole face.
“Mom!”
“What?”
“You’re getting white hairs!”
Cait has announced this with some alarm. As though, for the first time, she’s realizing the clock’s not standing still.
“You can’t get old,” she adds with a hint of worry in her voice.
I joke, … Read More
If you’d just rub my tummy… And maybe one bedtime story. I promise, I’ll be a good boy and sleep through the whole night!… Read More
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