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
Whilst the rest of us hunker down for those long dark days of winter, she welcomes when the hot summer days turn crisper. It was those kind brown eyes that I first gazed upon, staring in our frosty window that January 1st eve, with icy bits dangling from the ringlets underneath her ears. It twas love at first sight. She is a canine of the … Continue reading Irish Eyes
Today we’re stuck inside, and as the thunder rolls, and the rain falls, as she shivers and shakes by my side as I’m writing, I guess there is no walk today…but if not for her, I would be very sad and blue …without my Irish. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.” Continue reading My Golden Muse
Out for the longer day off morning stroll yesterday Mom, and we swung downtown via the paths that runs along the river. Wore my big Sorel boots, and slipped and slid my way through the snowy sidewalks that loop down and around the river, over Blackfriars bridge and back to the Village. I have to wear those big awkward things, otherwise my feet will freeze … Continue reading Irish Hugs From A Golden Teddy Bear
“The darkness agrees with me. It asks me to release it, as loud as a roar and as quiet as a whisper. I remember what my sister said long ago: You must control the darkness. You can’t ever give in to it. But the shadows want to make me happy, and I deserve a little happiness” ― Justina Ireland, Promise of Shadows theme: SHADOWED | … Continue reading Irish In Shadows
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance … for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime Continue reading Shades Of Night
I really do love my Fluffy Bastard, me lovely Irish, however. Well, lets just say she is like walking a herd of curious Giant Turtles. EVERY single spot, dash, or otherwise VAGUE remnant of all beasts who may pee, must have an inspection. This is IRISH LAW and o’Beautiful Golden One is annoyingly thorough. This inspection could happen at a moments notice. MY cue … … Continue reading Why I Hate Walking My Dog
I was outside at work partaking in a cylinder of sin the other day, chatting with a co-worker, and I mentioned how I’d given this woman I saw at the bus-stop that day a bus ticket. I explained how she was on her way downtown to speak to her caseworker, and to see if she could get $10. She quickly mentioned how she was hoping the … Continue reading How I Was Humbled By Joy
The whole day went by, I realized this morning, and I had not thought of Tim once. Wow. Christmas Eve, Christmas morning, all Christmas Day. Than as I was laying there in the bath… blissfully staring off into space. … I realized, I don’t know what it was, yet something inside me felt joyful. Like a release of wind, as I settled into the warm water, … Continue reading Another Christmas Back in Dodge
My fluffy one tis the only responsibility I have, other than to myself. She gives more than she takes, and for that I am blessed. She is a patient, loving and fervent companion… and always “on guard for thee“. When I’m sad, she just seems to know when I need a little company, and when I need to be left alone, she stays away. I’m … Continue reading Tis You & Only You Girl
She stands stark still, after she first exits our abode. Observing the “scene”…sniffing the air … breathing in the scent of all that have passed this way…human or otherwise. I touch the neck of her fluffy mane, and say “NO BARK”. I stand for a while watching her perusal of her perceived domain. SHE’s A GOLDEN FLOCK GUARDIAN As the cold night air hits my … Continue reading Midnight @ the Bachelor Pad
She’s just a mutt…yet as with many dogs, she is so much more. Showing up in the midst of a blizzard back in January of 2010, she came just in time to our door. Lost, cold, and scared, we welcomed her in with love. Actually, I fell in love with her at first sight…she melted my heart. There she stood, in all her golden fluffiness, … Continue reading The Teacher and I
I don’t often let Irish off leash, since she has proven in the past to be rather deaf when I call her back. I took a chance yesterday, and she has learned to listen…plus she LOVES this spot and I know that soon enough we’ll be in the city and she won’t have access to such a beautiful and secluded spot. It’s a huge open … Continue reading Carefree Doggy
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