( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂
And speaking of adventures and holiday memories, a memory of Christmas past came to mind, when little Bree (Jack Russell) were here (She passed away in 2016, she came into my world when she were 6 months old and I were her 4th owner…) 🙂
I was working on the turkey When here arose such a clatter, I sprang from the kitchen To see what was the matter. I ventured to the living room And there, to my surprise, I did see, Standing nose to nose, paw to paw Was the Christmas mouse and Bree. With spatula in hand, ENOUGH, I yelled With a voice loud and clear, So that the Christmas mouse and Bree Scattered, they did, in fear. It was back to the kitchen and the turkey No thoughts of sugar plums, dancing in my head, But thoughts of a Thanksgiving TV dinner Cooking in the microwave instead……… ( Larry “Dutch” Woller,)Yes, with snow (that didn’t make it to the ground)..
And frost on the rooftops…
It is.. Hello Diary, Yes, dogs (as well as other creatures) start out as pets but eventually become part of the family… they have feelings and dreams also… and little Bree would go where I ventured, I am sure keeping a watchful eye on my activities… here she is guarding the auto at the grocery (with her popcorn chicken).. 🙂
Many look upon them as simply dogs, pets, etc. but they are much more than that.. 🙂 JUST MY DOG He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; My other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being: by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever...wherever--in case I need him. And I expect I will--as I always have. He is just my dog. (Author Gene Hill…)Yes, another memory as I venture down memory lane this Sunday, but will close for now…hopefully will venture down the path and make new memories… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Remember Diary… “It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa)… 🙂