Category Archives: Pets

Love at First Sight

 

 

 

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Remember how we met in the corner of that crowded shop?

You captured my heart the moment you nestled in my arms and licked my face with puppy affection.

I didn’t believe that love at first sight existed until I found you.

 

 

 

 

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Not Just a Number

The other day I realized that I needed to renew my driver’s license. Believing that there’s no time like the present, I proceeded to go ahead and take care of the renewal before it slipped my mind. I pulled into the parking lot of the DMV and considered myself fortunate when a car pulled out so that I could grab the parking space it had just occupied. The parking lot was full, so I knew I was going to have a long wait in line.

Sure enough, upon entering the building, I noticed a long line of people waiting to renew their driver’s licenses. I pulled a waiting ticket which revealed that my number was 479; the number on the board showed that they were waiting on number 456. At that moment I was grateful that I had worn my best pair of tennis shoes.dmv12

I felt so uncomfortable waiting in this line of strangers where no one even knew my name. I was just a number to everyone. I could have been nonexistent and no one would have cared less. As a matter of fact, those behind me in line would have been glad if I were nonexistent because then they could have reached the front of the line sooner.

It’s so easy in this huge world to feel as though your existence doesn’t really matter much at all, especially when you’re among strangers, and that’s exactly how I felt at that moment. I was so glad when my number was called. Even then I was still treated as only just a number.

I really couldn’t blame the staff at the DMV. After all, they were only trying to do their jobs as efficiently as possible, but it still left me feeling as though I were only a number – one number in a million numbers.

On the drive home, I contemplated how often a person has this feeling of insignificance – at the DMV, at the doctor’s office, at the post office, at the supermarket, or at any number of places on any given day.

I had been born and raised in a big city and so I wondered: are things any different in a small town? Maybe so, but would I ever have the chance to find out? I doubt it. So I guess I’ll always have to wonder.

Then I pulled into my driveway. My husband opened the kitchen door to our house and our little toy poodle Lucy dashed out the door to greet me, her fluffy tail wagging furiously. I opened the car door and she tried to jump up into my lap before I could even get a foot out and on to the ground. She began to lick my face, letting me know just how glad she was to see me.

I’m not just a number to her, a nonexistent nobody. To her I am the one who feeds her, walks her, plays with her, brushes her, scratches behind her ears, rubs her belly, and gives her love. To her I am her mistress. To her I am everything. To her I am immense. To her I am the world.

And then I realized that maybe I should start looking at myself through her eyes and try to remember that no one can make me feel inferior without my consent.

My Ever-Faithful Companion

 

I have a faithful companion,

And Lucy is her name.

She is my little toy poodle,

And pleasing me is her game.

 

She’s always there to comfort me,

And soothe me when I’m down.

She does funny things that make me laugh,

And she takes away my frown.

 

She loves it when I play with her,

Especially when she’s bored.

She wants me to interact with her,

And she hates to be ignored.

 

She lets me know when she is glad

By licking me on my face.

She’s delighted when I hold her close,

And feels safe in my embrace.

 

Her little tail will happily wag

To show her puppy love.

I’m sure the affection that she shows

Comes from the Lord above.

 

Whenever she wants a special treat,

She sits right up and begs.

Then she dances round and round,

While standing on two legs.

 

Because I’m ill and cannot work,

I’m home both day and night;

And when I’m in a lot of pain.

Somehow she knows I’m not all right.

 

She follows me where ever I go,

And always wants to be near.

I think she wants me to feel better,

And I can tell that she’s sincere.

 

She is my little baby;

She is my very best friend.

She only wants what’s good for me,

And I know she’ll love me to the end.

 

I love my little Lucy,

No better dog could there be.

And I’m grateful every day

God sent her to be with me

LUCY IS SO SPECIAL

LUCY IS SO SPECIAL

 

Writing 101- Day Eight: “Death to Adverbs”

Day Eight – Death to Adverbs:  

* Today’s Prompt:  Go to a local café, park, or public place and report on what you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.

* Today’s Twist:  Write an adverb-free post.

Just after readying my usual afternoon cup of tea, I check the outdoor thermometer. It shows a reading of 70 degrees, which is downright balmy for Minnesota in the middle of April. Right on cue, my little toy poodle Lucy begins dancing at the door, and then she begins to woof, as if saying to me, “C’mon, Mommy. You know it’s time for us to go out now. Let’s hurry!”

I haven’t even opened the screen door more than a crack and out she sails, bounding across our driveway and sprinting through our backyard just like a deer through a forest meadow, her ears flapping through the breeze and her tail straight up in the air, wagging to and fro. Her speed belies her nine years of age; it was no wonder everyone who meets her for the first time thinks her to be a puppy.

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Lucy’s ears perk up, and upon seeing the squirrel, she races at break neck speed towards the fence, while barking her most ferocious bark, eager to capture her quarry. The squirrel scampers along the fence, but upon realizing that my dog just cannot jump to the full height of the fence, stops, looks down into my dog’s frustrated countenance, chatters right at her, and then scoots up a neighboring tree trunk and becomes lost among the tree branches. Lucy, upon realizing that she has lost the battle, whimpers and with a slow pace goes to lie down on the warm pavement of the driveway to sun herself for a while.

All is quiet in my back yard at this time of day. Because it is still April, the neighborhood kids are still in school. The only sounds are the songs of the birds as they sing back and forth to each other in their own special language and the already-mentioned chattering of the squirrels as they scamper in the tree branches overhead. The breeze blows with soft whispers through those same branches, as the trees lie in wait for their buds to begin to blossom.

And even though Lucy did not catch her squirrel today, I know that all is well in our world; or at least in our own little backyard.

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Coffee With a Canine

Today I would like to honor a fellow blogger by the name of Marshal Zeringue.

Marshal posts his unique and wonderful blog over at blogspot.com under the name of Coffee With a Canine. Two weeks ago I received an email from Marshal stating that upon reading my blog, he noticed that I owned a dog and was wondering if I would be willing to participate in a question and answer session on his blog.Coffee with a canine 1000

So I headed on over to his blog to take a peek and discovered why he calls it “Coffee with a Canine.” His blog is totally all about blog owners and their dogs. Period. He sends out questionnaires to the dog owners about their beloved dogs on the premise that they are having “coffee” with their pooches, asks for a few photos, and then posts the questions and answers on his blog. It’s a very clever way to run a blog. As a matter of fact, when Marshal wrote to me, he stated that he “edited” the blog, which I think is quite upstanding of him, instead of saying that he writes it.

When you look through Marshal’s blog and you see all those beautiful dogs that are shown therein, it is clear that Marshal is definitely a dog-lover, and in my book, any dog-lover is my kind of people! I know that my little dog Lucy would absolutely love him! So Marshal, you would be more than welcome in our home, that’s for sure!

I’d like to thank Marshal for interviewing me and my little Lucy. It was a pleasure to share her with you and the world because she is so precious to me. And I wish you the best of luck in your future adventures at Coffee with a Canine, but I know you’ll do great!

My Ever-Faithful Companion

Hello, dear readers,

My sweet little toy poodle, Lucy, has been sick the last few days, and I’ve been so worried about her. We brought her into the vet yesterday, and thankfully, it appears to be just a virus of some sort, so hopefully, she’ll be feeling better soon. But she’s my baby, and if anything happened to her, I don’t know what I would do. Because of this, I thought I would dedicate today’s blog to her with a poem that I wrote entitled “My Ever-Faithful Companion.” I hope you enjoy it.

I have a faithful companion,

And Lucy is her name.

She is my little toy poodle,

And pleasing me is her game.

 

She’s always there to comfort me,

And soothe me when I’m down.

She does funny things that make me laugh,

And she takes away my frown.

 

She loves it when I play with her,

Especially when she’s bored.

She wants me to interact with her,

And she hates to be ignored.

 

She lets me know when she is glad

By licking me on my face.

She’s delighted when I hold her close,

And she feels safe in my embrace.

 

Her little tail will happily wag

To show her puppy love.

I’m sure the affection that she shows

Comes from the Lord above.

 

Whenever she wants a special treat,

She sits right up and begs.

Then she dances round and round,

While standing on two legs.

 

Because I’m ill and cannot work,

I’m home both day and night;

And when I’m in a lot of pain.

Somehow she knows I’m not all right.

 

She follows me where ever I go,

And always wants to be near.

I think she wants to make me feel better,

And I can tell that she is sincere.

 

She is my little baby;

She is my very best friend.

She only wants what’s good for me,

And I know she’ll love me to the end.

 

I love my little Lucy,

No better dog could there be.

I am grateful every day

God sent her to be with me

 

There’s No Place Like Home

The other day I realized I needed to renew my driver’s license. Believing that there’s no time like the present, I proceeded to go ahead and take care of the renewal before it slipped my mind. I pulled into the parking lot of the DMV and considered myself fortunate when a car pulled out so I could grab the parking space it had just occupied. The parking lot was full, so I knew I was going to have a long wait in line.

Sure enough, when I entered the building, there was a long line which had formed for people waiting to renew their driver’s license. I pulled a waiting ticket which revealed that my number was 479; the number on the board showed that they were waiting on  number 456.  At that moment I was thankful that I had worn my best pair of tennis shoes.

I felt so uncomfortable waiting in this line of strangers where no one even knew my name. I was just a number to everyone. I could have been nonexistent and no one could have cared less. As a matter of fact, those behind me in line would have been glad if I were nonexistent because then they would have reached the front of the line all the sooner.

It’s so easy in this huge world to feel nonexistent at times, especially when you are among strangers, and that’s exactly how I felt at that moment—nonexistent. I was so glad when my number was called. Even then I was still treated as only just a number.

I really can’t blame the staff at the DMV; they were only trying to do their jobs as efficiently as possible, but it still left me feeling as though I were only a number, one number in a million numbers.

On the drive home, I contemplated how often a person has this feeling of being nonexistent—at the DMV, at the doctor’s office, at the post office, at any number of places on any given day.


I had been born and lived in a big city all my life, so I wondered: are things any different in a small town?  Maybe so, but would I ever have the chance to find out? I doubt it. So I guess I’ll always have to wonder.

Then I pulled into my driveway. As I opened my car door, my husband opened the kitchen door to our house, and our little toy poodle Lucy dashed out the door to meet me, her fluffy tail wagging furiously as she tried to jump up into my lap before I could even get a foot out and onto the ground. She began to lick my face, letting me know just how glad she was to see me.

I’m not just a number to her, a nonexistent nobody. To her I am her mistress. To her I am the one who feeds her, walks her, plays with her, brushes her, scratches behind her ears, rubs her belly, and gives her love. To her I am the world. To her I am everything. To her I am immense.

In that moment, there was no doubt in my mind as to where I would much rather be. Home. There’s no place like home.

QUOTE FOR THE DAY:  “Home is the place that goes where you go, yet it welcomes you upon your return. Like a dog overjoyed at the door. We’ve missed you is what you hear, no matter how long you’ve been gone.”  ~ Michael J. Rosen ~