what lieth at the heart of a furry village
and all of the birds with their golden fur lined nest come to visit me. Continue reading what lieth at the heart of a furry village
and all of the birds with their golden fur lined nest come to visit me. Continue reading what lieth at the heart of a furry village
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
I’ve avoided that Theatre guy I mentioned. Remember, the one who wanted to take me to that New Arts Theatre here in town? He seems like a good guy. And I do feel bad. I do. Really. I just can’t bring myself to have the little chat… the one on my complete disinterest in having a boyfriend now. A boy who is a friend, ok. … Continue reading The One Night Stand, And Lentils
If there is anywhere in this fair town I can relax, have faith a little, let her off the leash a little, it is there. I don’t generally, for a couple reasons, primarily though that I just don’t trust her to come when she is called. Well, basically because if she decides to, she just won’t listen, C O M P L E T E … Continue reading Adventures In Abandon Orchards
She has a gentle soul, and an inner joyful vibe she emits. When we stroll through the village, her golden fleece and wise eyes always get a comment. “What is she?“, or “she looks like a teddy bear” someone said once. On that January night if she had not showed up at our door, if she had not run after her old owners car, if … Continue reading A Dog Named Irish
Don’t know where my mind is you know Mom. Walked in to the grocery store with the intention of buying Irish her food, which I did, and then walked out of the store without it. Got half way through the parking lot before I realized my arms were rather light in the feed the dog department. Had to march back in and retrieve. Rolling of … Continue reading The Bouncy Blond Bombshell And I