Miss D & me
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
oh my how I love those shaggalicious legs / Winnie Dixon / three seagulls hanging out / seaweed / salt ship / the crescent beach / to the sea / my girl Miss D and her eyebrows (which I trimmed last night)
I once heard a woman who had lost her dog say that she felt as though a color were suddenly missing from her world: the dog had introduced to her field of vision some previously unavailable hue and without a dog, that color was gone. That seemed to capture the experience of loving a dog with eminent simplicity. I'd amend it only slightly and say that if we are open to what they have to give, dogs can introduce us to several colors with names like wildness, nurturance, trust and joy.
Caroline Knapp author of Pack of Two
I seem to have lost my blogging voice. I can't say if or when it will or might come back, that voice. It makes me sad a little, there was a time that I couldn't imagine that I would ever not blog each & every day. Other things seem to be filling my time, other good things. It's a funny dilemma to have because I have so many thoughts I'd love to share (like in the early days of this blog) but when I think of mentioning them here & now, I worry too much that they'll seem irrelevant, uninteresting or boring. I've become a tad self conscious here - what's up with that ?
Miss D is headed toward her 15th birthday. I watch her like a hawk & a mother hen combined, I worry about her constantly. Loving a senior dog is ... a very scary kind of love. It's a big, huge, historic love LOVE with much trepidation thrown in. She's doing really well with a big, huge appetite (especially for cat food and other delicacies) & plenty of energy, it's with tremendous gratitude that I report this ;-)
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