She is so small she fits under everything, and is impossible to catch. With her head cocked to the one side, her cuteness betrays a quick and devious mind. Seriously friggin’ devious, I have not blawdy encountered one as devious. At 4 months, she is clever and curious, and so not to be trusted, not.at.all. Apparently, besides being an escape artist, my wee Chi is … Continue reading Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel
Ok, so came home from work a few days ago to be met at the door by the wee daemon ninja weasel. Which was kinda a surprise since I’d put her in her crate when I left. Went over to said crate to find she had somehow figured out the zipper and had unzipped the one flap. This would, no doubt, be the reason I … Continue reading Houdini, Loyal Lap dogs And Sycophants, Be D@mned
Here she is curled up on my lap, this cuddly wee bundle of puppy joy, she is the quintessential lap dog. You know, she actually is the dog all my other big dogs wanted to be. Certainly the sort of doggy-o our first Doberman Jinx always wished she were, rather than her gigantic 130 pound (58.97 kg) or so big chested Doberman Pinscher self. Now, … Continue reading My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’
The pint size puppa-roonie and I are settling in, getting used to that empty space in our lives, with Irish gone. Though, bits and pieces of her wuft out from under dressers, and so she is still ever present. Now Pika, I don’t know what she feels, but I will say that when the mobile vet arrived at the door, it was her wee feet … Continue reading Old Dog Toys Teach A New Dog Poise
She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. We let them in, and he proceeded to tell us … Continue reading My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
They reach right in and grab your heart in their tinsy little paws, naughty love bites to cement the deal, and the wee vixen pulls at the strings. It just came to me, you know, we are a pack, Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel and The Old Golden One named Irish and I. Case in point, when a couple days ago the wee one got a … Continue reading Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop
You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me
Such it is with puppies, they come in and nuzzle your world with their puppy dog eyes and unconditional joy. Watching her adoringly shadow the ol’Golden One, eating with the big dog, watching in awe as these two find their way, one at the beginning, and one at the end. Irish’s now cloudy old eyes look happier than they have in months, and her patience … Continue reading Teaching The New Dog An Old Dogs Tricks
When I was growing up our family dog was named Jinx. Up until then the only poochie we had known was dear old Goober, who was a Weimaraner, often referred to as the “silver ghost” of dogs. Though, Goober did not acquire the sleek profile of his breed, as he had a rather more lumbering goofy profile, and so his beauty rested in his gentle … Continue reading For To Smile Tis Why, Day By Day
“It is held that David Suzuki first experienced his love of natural history, while exploring in the Coves pond”… and much has changed since he was teenager. I guess his family moved to Ontario from BC, and spent his late teens in London in the 50s. “Our identity includes our natural world, how we move through it, how we interact with it and how it … Continue reading Back To The Orchard
I widdle away at them, empty post here with a great big long title, quite a few with no title and no content, out with the lot of ya, and so I came to this one. Well, the Golden bombshell blond has aged and adjusted to city life, she turned 10 this last May, so she’s a senior and thus has calmed down the be-ya-tch … Continue reading 84th Draft Dredged Up From The Brink: An Old South Dog
Off-leash on a lark at Thames Park this week. A lovely time was had by all. Though personally, I would prefer green grass and sunshine, but not my shaggy four-legged mutt. For Irish, the day was a perfect mix of snow and cold, exactly how she likes it. for the wp challenge :: BELOVED Continue reading Out And About In The Snow
ice fell from all the rooftops onto the sidewalk below, as the sun shone anew i ventured off to the forks of my river with you and the air was so mild that it made me smile as we stopped so you could sniff out the news What Is A Fib Poem? Pincus, who dubbed the poems Fibs for their basis in the Fibonacci sequence. … Continue reading whilst walking around with my dog
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