images of a place
to Euston we wentto enjoy the sunny dayand greet the forest Continue reading images of a place
Category: Dogs
And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2
Once again, I make plans and the universe laughs its arse off… you really thought it would be that easy? That simple?… and erupts into a maniacal howling convulsion. Have often thought that perhaps all the decisions we make, the good, the bad, and even the downright ugly, coalesce into one giant hand, and slap us up side the head, knocking us off our path, … Continue reading And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2
Naked Pika In A Field
the hazy light
it washed the shadowsaway, if just for todayfor Pika and i Continue reading the hazy light
to the pond with Pika
sun glistenscasting mid-afternoon shadow her little puppy feetprancing thru the snowand down we goto the East Pondlistening to bird songCardinals and Warblers and chicka-dee-dee off in the shrubberynew smells and things to see Continue reading to the pond with Pika
This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
Break in the rain yesterday afternoon, and on a whim decided to take Pika for a walk, and why is it do you imagine, when wearing barefeet in rubber boots, jacket thrown on, with the ragged eaten away BamBam jammie shirt she destroyed peeking out, like I’m wearing the skin of some wild cat underneath, hair wrapped up on my head, that’s when ya run … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua
When I was in my late teens, early 20s, my parents had this male Doberman, named Murphy. He was beautiful. They got him as a puppy, and I remember how feisty and how furiously he would grab your pant legs, attack anything that moved, and when he was a puppy it was cute, but he was stubborn, he was a real challenge. Highly intelligent, high-strung, … Continue reading The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua
Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade
Caught between a paradise and a prison, in a web of lies, by lakeside, under a narcissists control, she was lonely, sad, carrying around a broken heart, wounded by life’s raw deal, that woman was an easy mark. So, that decade ended last night. That her, that once was has been changed, piece by piece. Facing her head on, finally began to see her for … Continue reading Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade
Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
Actually, ignored my phone almost the entire time I was at my sisters for Christmas. From Christmas eve till Boxing Day when we left, barely touched it, no desire nor interest, didn’t care anything about what was transpiring down yonder, and it was wonderful. Writing so much the last couple years about that incompetent crybaby down yonder in the land of my birth I guess … Continue reading Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
At The Coves With Pika
A Long Walk To Euston
Just noticed recently, she has white whiskers on her chin. Catch her in the right light, at the right angle, like this morn at dawn. Maybe a little inheritance, somehow, from my bearded Irish lassie? Anywho, 3 or so little white whiskers poke out, right there in the little white spot of her chin. She spent barely 3 weeks with Irish, they have no shared … Continue reading A Long Walk To Euston
The Little Chi That Poo’d 💩
Strides have been made, on the surface it would appear otherwise, alas, success is not a science, but a feeling. Such as, the bathroom kennel is working superbly, and now when I leave hear nary a peep, nor a whine. On my return, a sleeply little happy one greets me, and that tis a success, she seems to have no anxiety at separation, solitude is … Continue reading The Little Chi That Poo’d 💩
Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment
Love is… picking up Pika and smelling her wee bum to see if it’s her that stinks. Which of course, being a dog, she completely understands butt sniffs. Tis not her, but in the air, so I get on my hands and knees and go on the hunt. Ah, the joys of puppies. Cute and cuddly buggers, goofy and vicious all wrapped up in such … Continue reading Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment
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