Ode to Max

This homage is to my newfound friend. You shared your quiet peacefulness to many. The rewards were few; although, heartfelt gratitude plenty. Your hearing is nonexistent and sight inconsistent. The patients you brought joy too were eternally grateful~ for those brief moments of happiness. A sweet furry face and heart larger and more beautiful thanContinue reading “Ode to Max”

Birthday Cake for my Dog

Yeah! My sweet Sheltie is thirteen! We beat the heat advisory and took a pre-sun walk( a daily ritual) to celebrate. After a series of barks, sniffs and pleasant interactions with other K9s we returned home. She rested, and I baked her a birthday cake. Dog Heaven…PB and pumpkin. I adapted a pumpkin cake, fromContinue reading “Birthday Cake for my Dog”

For Better or Worse

For Better or Worse Every day I walk B… Depending on the outdoor conditions and Indiana has diverse, unpredictable, weather; we go a quarter-of-a-mile or a mile. B’s getting older so a mile is her max. I generally let her determine which route we take and eighty percent of the time we go past theContinue reading “For Better or Worse”

2018…What Awaits Us in the Year of the Dog?

Changes are occurring. Nuclear destruction: an omen? Our connection to the cosmos is becoming clearer, let’s reach for the stars. Global warming is a real threat. Women are universally becoming stronger. Me too is just the beginning. Massive numbers of authors are creating stories and publishing through various avenues. As a sheep…I can’t wait toContinue reading “2018…What Awaits Us in the Year of the Dog?”

Snow: Be Careful What You Wish For

I couldn’t wait for snow. My favorite season is Fall followed by Spring, and 2017 Indian Summer went on for weeks. So when the first snow fell I celebrated. Days later and shoveling the driveway twice, I’m ready for Spring. My Sheltie and I walk in the dark… this type of dog breed adheres toContinue reading “Snow: Be Careful What You Wish For”

Finding Your Voice

Voice Our son rescued a little dog, Riley. She’s a tiny bit of a fuzzy dark ball. According to the vet, she’s about ten years old. We discovered she’d been attacked by a large dog and did have a liter of large pups. Which explains why she curls into a fetal ball when a sizeableContinue reading “Finding Your Voice”