Archive for Category: Familija
Pepper 365 {Week 4}
September 6th – 12th
“In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn’t merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.”
—Edward Hoagland
How Much is That Puppy in the Window?
Summer had this thing where she’d look out the windows that flank our front door, particularly the one on the right. In doing that she’d inevitably get nose marks on the window. Every week I would Windex off numerous smudges, in addition to cleaning off her eye boogers from the staircase spindles. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out what the black marks on the spindles were until one day I saw her peeking her head through, wiping them off, black against white.
We still have crusted black eye boogers on one of the spindles, and I quite honestly don’t know when I’ll clean them off. Maybe I never will.
I thought the same thing about the smudges. The day after I put her to sleep I saw the nose marks and burst into tears. The loyal doggie that would hear our van coming up the street would no longer be at the window waiting for us. I wanted those markings there so that I could remember her everyday.
But, now we have Pepper.
I saw her standing at the window where Summer used to stand so often, and I knew it was time to clean it off. Pepper deserves to have a clean window to see through, so she can be the loyal doggie that waits for us as we come up the street, tail wagging as our loud brigade emerges from the van, sometimes with shopping bags. Shopping bags that might or might not contain something that puppies LOVE.
So, yesterday I grabbed the Windex and some paper towels, and I made the window new and fresh for our little puppy.
Shortly, thereafter, there she was, waiting for me to come up the sidewalk, mail in hand. I could see her little tail wagging, and I was at peace with having readied the window for fresh nose marks.
No bones about it: I’m a dog lover. I thank God that I’m only allergic to cats, because I would be one sad puppy if I couldn’t have any puppies to love! (all. puns. intentional.)
All puns aside… You can Windex nose marks off or remove crusty eye boogers from spindles, but the marks left on your heart and soul can never be wiped clean of all the love, slobber, and eye boogers that your fur babies provide.
I’m still not going to clean the spindles off until I’m ready, yo; that’s for certain.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.” – Author Unknown
Weekly Winners {The Daily Dreams Edition}
Join me in October, for Dream Tending, a four week online self study course with Michelle Ensminger and Kelly Barton in association with Live it to the Full.
Life is a series of transitions, and navigating through those transitions can be tricky. Tending your most precious dreams in the midst of life’s transitions is trickier still. How do you learn to honor where you are and practice self-care, while at the same time maintaining focus on your dreams?
During this course, we’ll provide helpful tools you can use to nurture your dreams as you wade through life’s transitions. We’ll share our personal perspectives of transition and discuss ways you can keep your creative life fertile. Utilizing photography, art, and writing exercises, you’ll open yourself to the constancy and flow of dream tending and discover that the fruit of dream tending is an enriched, meaningful, and awakened life.
Weekly Winners {The Mossy Tree Visit Edition}
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”
—Robert Louis Stevenson
Pepper 365 {End of Week One}
Four accidents, at home, to date (housebreaking, so far, is pretty easy with this puppy.)
A round-trip five hour car ride to visit her “Aunt Sadie” (she was so good both ways.)
Two-and-a-half days of play, play, play, and a overdose on Sadie’s homemade soup (Sadie’s only mildly spoiled.)
One accident at Mamean’s (and it was Mikey’s fault which may get his paid neighborhood ‘dog walking gig’ card revoked.)
Yesterday marked one week with our family (she’s such a good fit.)
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
–Bern Williams
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