Dog Psalm #91

I don't keep what God tells me under my hat.

What would be the point of that?

Love one another.

Dog Psalm #79

Go outside and share your sweet self with the world.

Return of the Squirrels

I heard clattering and though it might be Santa and the gang.

But it was just the squirrels again
working on their condo in the attic and walls.

Maybe they will set out the cookies and milk.

Word Travels

Owl overheard Squirrel telling Penguin.

 

Penguin then confided in the Reindeer.

 

And then that blabby Penguin

got Rabbit and Mouse caught up.

 

Do you believe it? asked Mouse

I'm not sure that I do confessed Rabbit.

Then the Acorn Lady set the record straight.

  

WHO KNEW

 

word could travel so fast?

...

Thanksgiving

Let there be gravy and community.

Let there be laughter and music.

Let there be feasting and grazing

and generous table scrap giving.

I am grateful for kindness, comfort and care.

Grateful for naps in the big comfy chair.

Magic Happens

The day before Hurricane Bill passed through town we went for an extra long walk.  Once things get torrential I can go days without going outside.  But I love a good pre-storm build up, and want to be out in it. I feel the momentum gathering inside me.  We left a note for who ever made the lovely Tabor Tree garden.  We left it in a zip lock bag, thumb (she did that part) tacked to the stump. 

So it wouldn't be blown or washed away. 

On Sunday, safe inside another bag we found   

 

  

How wonderous and wonderful!

How many others recognize?  

How could they not?

The flowers and the vases are changed often.  

It is such a dear and well tended place.  

This white vase is a mug that lost its handle 

and found a new and bigger purpose.

Gladys Potter and her parents are surely marveling at it.

We are.

No Buff Poochow! NO BUFF!!

That's what Poochow's people used to say to her when she got going on barking. No Buff Poochow! NO BUFF. She was a standard poodle. They were right to do it.

I wish people did it to each other. Said, NO BUFF and meant it. I see it all the time, someone raging against someone else and both of them knowing the 'target' can't do anything about what their problem is. There's always lots of nice people around but nobody steps in and says, NO BUFF and means it. These kinds of scenes always make me lie down and chew a nail. It happens most often in lines. "Maybe if they see how tense I am they will let up?" Usually not. I do try and give 'sweetie eyes' and encouragement to the target. I can be a pretty good diffuser. Maybe it's partly my curly hair. And it is hair so I don't shed. I mat.

I hear a lot of buff on TV. That thing sure has a demanding tone and pace of constantly winding up the impending, inevitable catastrophe. It's hard to listen to. It's like listening to the unstable dog pack downstairs kill a dish rag or argue over top dog position at dinnertime. If you listen too much you start to be that way and you don't even know it. Slowly, it seems normal. I think they call that "boiled frog".

Recently we've started watching the news just three times a week. M'lady doesn't see any need in hearing every horror story. And news is such a lose term. What seems to be happening is the brightest minds didn't think a fighter jet following a commercial airliner over Manhattan would frighten citizens. The CraigsList Killer is local and national news. Everyone loves Michelle's slender arms. Everything is on the verge of collapse. Animals are name-blamed for disease.

I'm holding good thoughts for my slandered porcine friends and keeping an eye to the sky.

photo credit
That's me on "BUFF Patrol". I oversee a whole intersection and I feel an imperative to "bark out to all my pups" and be protective, aggressive and antagonistic towards interlopers and passersby. It's my prerogative and I take until she says, "NO BUFF!"

Yeah, I'm fully shaved down. This is from last summer.
The less fur I have the more I need to scream everything out.
My "wildly eyes" are for you!