Dexter wakes Lady Mum up at 5:30 a.m. with a flap of his ears right in her face, just as Digger used to do. With a groan, Lady Mum reaches out to pet Dexter. "Ughh...Good Morning Dexter." Dexter runs in a quick circle and comes back to Lady Mum. "Ya getting up? Let's do something! We can go for a walk! Wanna go for a walk! I gotta go!" Laughing, Lady Mum rolls out of bed with Dexter jumping around her excitedly and tripping her up as she tries to get dressed. Once downstairs,
Oh the eyes. They can show so much if one takes the time to look and feel. Most don't want to look too deep for fear of what they may see. Fears, anxiety and feeling lost. That need deep within to be accepted and loved for who you are. To look and face all that is within and not run because of your own fears or insecurities, but to see, feel and hold close the trust that is being gifted to you. I believe humans as well as dogs share this gift of trust. It truly is a gift and
Dexter has found the perfect spot to sit and watch the action outside. "Lady Mum? We going for a walk?" "Dex, we just went for a long walk half an hour ago." Dexter heaves a big sigh and turns to look out the window, acting very deprived. Chuckling, Lady Mum asks "What do ya see out there Dex?" "Pretty sure that's a squirrel. If I was out there, I could chase him." "Oh, I am positive you would be a good chaser. We need to learn a bit yet." Turning to look at Lady Mum, "I'm sm
We've got ourselves settled in to the car, ready for our first adventure in public. "Uh...Lady Mum?" Turning to look at Dexter sitting straight and rigid in the back seat. "Yes, Dex?" Wide-eyed and unblinking, "What's an adventure?" "We are going to Tractor Supply to look at toys for you." "I'm not sure about this Lady Mum." Mum turns her head to look at Dexter and says in a soft voice,"Oh Dexter. I want you to know that if you go somewhere with me, you will always come home
Dexter's first full day at his new home. Mum arrives home from work and is greeted at the door with a very excited Dexter. "Dexter! Hey there sweetie! No messes! What a good boy!" Dexter quickly runs around the dining room table and returns with his bone in his mouth, runs to the door and sits, patiently waiting while Mum changes into boots and her outside coat. "Ok, Dex, we're ready, let's go!" While walking along, Mum keeps up a running commentary as Dexter sniffs here and
Puttering around in the kitchen, talking softly to Dexter as he wanders back and forth in the kitchen, not leaving my sight. "It's your first night here. I know everything is a bit overwhelming for you sweetie and I can see you are not quite sure what to think of all this. You've not said a word yet and that's okay. I can wait until your more comfortable here. You just take your time." A few hours go by and you tentatively approach, sit in front of me and look up, with those
A story is floating around in my head, so I begin scrolling through the many pictures I’ve taken in the past week and come across a picture of a woman’s reflection in a dirty window. I stop scrolling and stare at it. My first thought “My God, that woman looks sad.” I then realize it is a picture of myself, one I had randomly snapped as I walked by a window. No reason really, I just snapped the picture and kept on moving. As I sit here looking at this picture, the image clear,
Well Dig. It is one of those days where I am missing you something fierce. We have a potential snow storm coming and I know you would have been all excited to “help” me shovel. The first snow we had, I was shoveling the driveway and didn’t get half-way done and had to stop. I stood there, thinking of how different it was to be out there in the snow without you. You always made our walks and chores a bit of an adventure and a lot more fun. I haven’t been on many walks lately.
There are those who battle personal demons. Whatever they may be; addiction, loss, post traumatic stress. Everyone has something that they battle on occasion. Some battles may come more frequently than others. The word darkness has been lurking around me lately. Popping in my head at seemingly random times. Darkness can mean many things to many people. It may simply be a dark night sky, filled with stars glittering in the distance. It could be a room darkened by nightfall.
Standing within a gray swirling mist as soft colors begins to filter through. A light breeze blows in with the scent of wildflowers and the mist clears. “Well there you are! I’ve been looking for you!” Startled, I turn toward the voice and stare. “What is this place? It feels…” “Exactly! It feels.” “What do you do here? In this place that feels?” “Oh, you know, I take long walks. I watch the sun rise and set. I dance in the rain. I laugh loudly at what amuses me. With arms st
A chill is in the air on this early Christmas morning. Coffee in hand, I head out as dawn breaks to take a walk through a nearby field. Looking out on gray skies, the field itself filled with dreary tans and browns with no snow to brighten things up, the scenery before me seems dreary. Crunching over frozen switch grass and slopping through mud puddles, I continue walking as black-capped chickadees follow me along the tree line, chick-a-dee-dee-dee’ing. Stopping from time to
Perspective. It is all in how you view things. I have had a recurring dream for years. Decades actually. A dark muddy path with trees on each side creating a canopy overhead. Dark. It is so very dark and the mud so thick that you can barely move though it; it pulls at your feet, causing you to stumble and fall. Try as I might, I continue to struggle to run while dark arms reach out from the trees, grasping at me. In my mind I scream, if I can only get to the end of this road.
The stillness of an early morning. The shadows have gathered under snow laden branches as if to discuss the night just passed. I stand in the cold and breathe in this picture. Watching as the shadows whisper and sway. Daylight will soon come and those shadows will gently slide back to where they began, waiting. There is a certain beauty in the darkness. The stillness. Branches swaying and shadows dancing. Yet we look forward to the light, bringing with it a new day. So much