Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Critters
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My brain has been scattered lately, trying to fly in too many directions at once. I end up lost; my mornings wander away from me and I feel I'm scrambling to catch up the rest of the day. I didn't realize how bad it was until two days ago – I sat down to play…
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Independence Day took on a new meaning for us today. It's done – Belle's sentence is over, her Cone of Shame gone, as well as her stitches. She's an outside dog again, free to run and jump on Max as much as she wants again, or at least as much as he'll allow. No more…
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…in an e-collar. Poor Belle. But at least she's home safe and sound and spayed. At first, neither the surgery nor the e-collar slowed her down. She rocketed down the stairs (as fast as you can rocket on a leash) and when I let Max in to see her, she kissed him and jumped on…
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Oh, how I dreaded this morning! The weeks have flown by, and Baby Belle isn't a baby anymore. She's a young teenager, capable of becoming a mother – and we had to do something about that. The challenge? At 6 every morning this dog is exploding with energy! She's Rocket Dog, Wild Child, Christopher Robin's Tigger all…
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I'm missing Frankie more and more every day. Not just for his chatty companionship, but for the way he chipped in to help the family… Our house has been invaded by gnats – just a given around the Lake Travis area in the summer, but I swear we haven't had them this bad since…
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It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…
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The sun finally broke through the clouds today… both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow.…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
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There's nothing more terrible than finding the lifeless body of something – someone – you love. Frankie didn't meet my car when TG and I pulled up this afternoon, but I thought I heard him answer from the woods when I called his name. I went down to the house, greeted the dogs, gave them…
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I'm a girl from the suburbs. I grew up with sidewalks, with the option of jumping on my bike to go anywhere I wanted to go, but with an illusion born of desire that the horse pasture across the street was "the country" (anyone else ever fish for crawdads in a sewage ditch?) Down our…
Long Hollow 