Watermark

Cricket

   

   

Most dogs, when they want a belly-rub, roll on their backs. Cricket plants his face in my lap & stands on his head.

 

#dog #photo #pomeranian

   

Poem-A-Day #21: back to basics

    

light comes up in the east

drowsy, i turn in my bed

drea . . .  

                !CAT ATTACK!

 

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OK, maybe not. This one?

spring squirrel

autumn-colored squirrel

digging at the bird feeder

            if i see you clearly

            will i remember?

     

    

Poem-A-Day #13: Animal

   

   

Animal

 

On the afternoon of the morning

my neighbor showed off his new slingshot

 

I find a dead squirrel stiffening in the grass.

 

Is she someone I know? Did she grow up

with her siblings at my backyard feeder?

 

The nick on her ear seems familiar, but then

my neighbor and I, we are human and she

 

was just another animal.

Singing Mice

 

 

 

Text from Huffpost Science: Mice Sing To Attract Mates, Courtship Study Reveals and Smithsonian.com: The Mystery of the Singing Mice 

 

[Click the image to see other credits & larger sizes at flickr.]

 

Squirrel Appreciation Day!

   

  

This squirrel is waiting for me to appreciate her. With food.

 

 

 

Henry's Best Buds

I did this for a self-paced class at Big Picture called Design Your LIfe, by Cathy Zielske. This assignment was "repetition." Template from Cathy Zielske. All photos from Alpine Canine.

The "journaling" reads:

When Kate, of Alpine Canine, first met Henry, she was sure he could handle the big-dog hike. She had to carry him out. Actually, she had to carry him to the bus; he didn’t want to go with this stranger.

Now, every Tuesday & Thursday morning, Henry makes sure I’m up in time to watch him stare at the front door in anticipation. He runs to the bus. He goes on the “Senior” hike. He is, after all, “senior”. This keeps him a young & happy senior.

All photos from Alpine Canine, and I’m glad they share them with me.

 

Today is Squirrel Appreciation Day

Lucy

For thirteen years, it was a rare moment that Lucy (Lady Elucibeth) was not at my heel, or my shoulder, or on my lap. Lucy had all those qualities that we admire in dogs: faithfulness, loyalty, bravery, and deep, abiding love.

Plagued by fears beyond her control (the monster in the oven) Lucy rallied her courage every day to climb those steep stairs; to go through threatening doorways; to do her important and dangerous job of defending and protecting those under her care. She raised her foster-puppy, Henry, with great patience and sturdy example.

Lucy leaves this bereft human; Henry, her companion of ten years (who still looks for her); and many passionately-loved human friends who will miss her noisy, ecstatic greetings.

More Lucy:

• Watermark: A Cute & Silly Dog Post
• Cats or Dogs?
• Cats & Dogs
• Doglets, Dogster| flickr, tabblo
• Critical Positions in the Obama Administration
• Snapshot Poem 05 September 02007
• Lucy's Monsters
• Friday Critter Blogging
• Haircut
• Year of the Dog

Daisy

Daisy died today, and I am feeling sad, and not at all poemy.

Critical Positions in the Obama Administration

So, we've been discussing the dog dilemma. What kind of dog should it be?

Our family votes for Miniature Schnauzers, and/or a Miniature Poodle/ Schnauzer mix.

Yes, that would be excellent.

But there should be two.

We've all voted, and we agree.