Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Critters
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On a summer morning in 1981, I stumbled up the stairs and into my condo after a twelve-hour night shift, turned on the television, plopped on the floor, and watched the fairy-tale wedding of Diana and Charles. Despite the cynicism of my 22 years, I guess I believed in the fairy-tale, and must have…
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The window beside me frames a pre-dawn indigo sky separating from the black treeline – soon I'll be able to make out Belle's black body sitting patiently just beyond the French doors, head-tilted, waiting for our walk. I've climbed from the rapids my life has become to sit here on the bank in the quiet…
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I watched her glide from one end of the hollow to the other, riding the gusty wind currents like a surfer rides a wave, shifting ever so slightly to stay in the drift. She went all the way from my left to my far right without a single flap of her wings. Beautiful. I don't…
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I've mentioned before how acrobatic my little Belle is, that I thought she must be descended from circus dogs… Now I believe it more than ever! Would you believe she has learned to stand and walk just on her hands, er, front paws? (Where's Ellen's number?) Nah, not really. It's April Fool's Day, remember? This is…
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Gypsy dogs love an open road … a new scent … an empty field with tall grass. Gypsy dogs love adventure. They don't care that you took a day off work to lay electric wire around a perimeter to keep them in, to keep them safe, or that you worry about them and miss them…
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The March wind is up early this morning, rushing through the Hollow, as if it were cleaning house, preparing for April. And I feel like I'm a leaf caught up in the wind, spinning this way and that. I'm not complaining. I'm just having a tough time finding the ground again. I'm feeling dizzy from…
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I knew it. I could see it on their faces yesterday when we tried to get them into the van. Yep, it's true. They love Ginger more than me. Or at least Ginger's yard. Or dogs. Or driveway. Something up there is irresistible to my dogs – worth the trek through the valley and up…
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Max, curled up in his huge porch bed, stared out into the nearby woods. Belle lay nearby, stretched out in the dirt, gnawing on a piece of Dad's firewood. Beyond her, Max spotted a squirrel sneaking closer and closer, determined to scavenge a bit of bird seed from the ground under the feeder. He'd done his…
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I woke to a Winter Wonderland, Central Texas style (translation: an inch or so of snow) Not quite enough to cover the rocks, but hey, you northern people, don't laugh! It's like icing on a cake, and you know, icing makes everything taste better! Or in this case, look better… and also justifies freezing our…
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