Tag: dogs
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Chapter 68. Little Things.
Once a week I walk over to King Soopers to pick up a bouquet of lilies which, are, in my opinion, the best flowers because they 1) last a long time, 2) come with some buds already opened and others waiting for their turn, and 3) have a lovely pungent gingery odor. This morning, I…
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Chapter 64. We Live in a Hallmark Movie
I didn’t think this up. My niece, Laurie, did. I was chatting with her this morning, and she commented on the Christmas light show in our Town Center. “You live in a Hallmark movie,” she said. She’s a genius. She really is. For forty-eight years, GB and I lived in the solitude of our half-acre garden. The architecture of the…
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Chapter 62. Lonely laps.
Dogs love dog parks. They love sniffing each other, romping, fighting over balls or Frisbees. Their tails work furiously to wiggle their bodies. Tongues out, eyes bright. Yep. Dogs love dog parks. And so, do I. I have made a point to visit dog parks wherever we travel. GB objects but begrudgingly gives in. I can sit for hours watching dogs. I know…
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Chapter 60. My Passion for Animals
I have always loved animals. My earliest memories are of my grandparents’ dog, Tessie. I must have been two or three, and I think I remember the feel of her. I say “think” because it might be because of the many years of family discussions about that dog ingrained into my mind. She was a hero, a champion. She was…
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Chapter 57. From April to September: What Changed
Living at Everleigh is a gigantic change in our lives. I suspect I like it more than GB does because at the house, I was responsible for everything. Shopping, repairs, maintenance, garden, meals, social calendar, chickens, dogs, cats, grandsons. I did that, plus work full-time for 48 years. He got to enjoy it. No wonder I was exhausted. Then…
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Chapter 54. My Forever Friends.
I’ve probably told pieces of these stories before, but I’m going to try to put them together in this writing. It’s more for my benefit than anything else. I suspect I was born loving dogs. My earliest recollections contain a large, furry presence protecting me. That was, of course, Tessie, the Doberman my grandfather, Louis, purchased years…
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Chapter 50. New Energies.
Monkey did the zoomies. For anyone who hasn’t lived with a dog, it means chasing around crazy-like because life is just so damn good. Monkey loves apartment living. She likes everything about it from her first early morning quickie outside for potty, to breakfast, then back to bed, then outside for a longer walk to do serious…
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Chapter 47. Moving
Moving is horrible. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. We downsized from a 2200 square foot house, not large by today’s standards, to an 1100 square foot apartment. We downsized from a half-acre garden to a front porch and a patio. We downsized and then did it again. And again. And one more time. We took each room of our…
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Chapter 42. It’s Time to Talk about Monkey
Monkey arrived in our home in, I think, 2011. GB and I had been hiking with our two Newfs, Doc and Nisha, near Evergreen. As we approached our car, I noticed a rescue group holding an event. I spotted a little Shih Tzu and GB said, “Go look”. I did. I walked up to the little Shih Tzu who…
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Chapter 34. Monkey
Today I’m writing about Monkey, who is our only dog after nearly 50 years of multiple dogs, cats, and other critters. Right now, she is at the front gate barking. At nothing. In a few minutes, she’ll join me in the office and curl up in her bed that sits in front of the heater and take a…
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Chapter 28A. Our Last Newfoundland Dog
Loving dogs is a life-time effort. I’ve lived with them my entire life. Let’s just say GB married into it. And he had no idea where it would lead. Having dogs is a life choice. Having Newfoundlands is a lifestyle choice. The size, the stubbornness, the drool, the hair, the expense are all things from which the average, normal human…
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Chapter 18. Passion.
I know. You’re thinking this’ll be about sex. It’s not. When GB and I were going through our daily ritual of rummaging through memorabilia, I came across a picture of me when I was about 2 or 3 years old. I’m with Tessie, the dog for whom Louis bought the house. Tessie was my first nanny and my first dog. I…
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Chapter 12. Thanksgiving
I have literally spent hours trying to figure out the technology of the blog. The very kind people at wordpress have attempted to walk me through detailed instructions, none of which I understand. They send screen shots, all of which have fonts too small for me to read. But, I think I have bumbled my…
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Chapter 4. Me.
It has been suggested that I have led a privileged life. I wouldn’t disagree. I had two major traumas in my early childhood. The first was when my parents refused to believe I needed glasses. The second was when a teacher decided to hate me. That was in 6th grade. By the time I survived my traumas, I was 22. I had…
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