This one. Willow is such a sweet dog, we have grown old together, and she is the loving animal that they say all golden retrievers are, and then some. But this one!
Dejah Thoris, Princess of Mars, decided to test for flaws in the backyard fence on Tuesday morning. As I was trying to wrap up a project, I heard Cj yell, “Is Dejah in there with you?” Well, no, she wasn’t. And she wasn’t in the backyard, or the laundry room, or the main bedroom, or … uh oh.
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And as I rise to collect the dogs’ poop
And watch a canine clambor into my chair
after I opened the door to her, I wonder:
Who is the master and who the pet?
The world needs more puppies and fewer politicians. Politicians like to tell you they know better and the world should just do as they say. They fill the air with greenhouse gases and endanger every species.
Puppies, on the other hand, have no purpose other than to soothe the soul. They emit playful barks and wag their tails and are happy just to be alive and well and loving the fact that today is today and it’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before and holy moley is that my ball? Can I have it? Can I chase it? Yes, I’m going to get that ball unless a squirrel, because then I’ll chase the squirrel yes. Yes.
Puppies are all about yes. Politicians are all about no. Puppies are all about life. Politicians are all about do as I say or we’re all going to die. Puppies are all about freedom. Politicians are all about fear. and anger. and do as I say or else.
So, you go on about awful. Politicians have always been awful and trying to be more awful than any who came before, disguised as a rescuing hero which none of them will save your life.
Prattle on, prattle on, there’s a good sheep. As for me: Puppies!
Two girls who look like dogs.
Sitting on the other side of the glass door
With expressions that may be yearning
Or, perhaps, may simply be stares.
They come in when I open the door,
One heading straight for the water dish
And the other to the easy chair next to mine,
To curl up, place her chin on the arm
And slowly ease back into sleep.
Do their chests fill with love, as mine does,
When we share a room together,
Or are they just waiting for me to feed them?
We feed each other what we need.
That works for me.
“Will I ever find a one like you again?” he whispered to the old dog who had come for her morning fur-stroking.
The fair felt soft but a little dry under his fingers, and the animal moaned appreciatively.
Not likely, he concluded. In all his decades of petting dogs and cats, he’d never encountered a beast so eager to share her warmth and feel the gentle touch of what we laughingly called her masters. Everyone knew who really was in charge of this relationship.
One hundred years from now – perhaps even five years or (heaven forbid) one year from now, this beautiful furry beast will be gone.
But she is alive and well now, and beautiful now, and so I stroke her fur and hug her and know that this unique and special life is passing through, now, in this instant.
And she can only be fully known and appreciated now.
So I stop everything and hug her.
This is what it looks like
When dogs fly
Dogs teach us so much about life – the importance of a kind word, the touch of a hand, a hug.
The need to play, to chase a ball for nothing more than the joy of running, to feel the air blow into your face.
To nap frequently.
To take life as it comes and never, ever be ready to do anything but love.
Well, love and gobble down a good meal …