Tag: pets
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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 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 52. Ghosts
I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway. I returned to the house today to look for an iron. As I walked through examining all our belongings placed for sale, I was fine. I was even okay when I looked at the overgrown vegetable garden. I was all right when I looked at the St. Francis statue that protects Paulina’s…
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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 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 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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