september 17, 2017

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“Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything – anger, anxiety, or possessions – we cannot be free.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

 

before

 

My sweet, sweet Wally had a spa day. Creative-Critters came to the house and gave our boy his first grooming. If a dog could smile and say thanks, Wally would be the king of thank yous. He absolutely loved his hair being cut off. I love it, too, but he looks so different from what I thought he would look like. To me, he looks more like a Beagle than a terrier, especially when he walks. I don’t care what he looks like. I love him, he loves his new look, mom and dad adore him (mom has threatened me to never let his hair grow out again), and, so, all is right with the world.

 

after (snapseed)

july 10, 2017

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“Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon…
must inevitably come to pass!” ~ Paul J. Meyer

 

water dog

 

Bree and Eric’s corner of paradise is bordered by two creeks. We followed Wally down to one creek bed; the one that has produced gold. Real gold, not fool’s gold. In fact, Wally discovered a few folks out panning for it. I was fascinated by the whole idea. When one thinks of gold, one does not generally think Southern Ohio. I’m telling you, it was one of the best days ever!

 

confluence

june 2, 2017

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“Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.” 
~ Satchel Paige

 

punk puppy (snapseed)

 

Wally and I had an impromptu visit from Aunt Ruth Bryan this evening. As Wally sported his best punk mohawk, there was much talk of ticks. They seem quite prolific this year and unusually hungry. Wally had two ticks this week, both firmly embedded in his delicate skin. The problem, besides that the ticks were already established, is that Wally regularly gets Revolution, an oil application that’s supposed to defend against fleas, ticks, and heartworms. I supposed two out of three ain’t bad. 

may 6, 2017

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“Happiness is simple. Everything we do to find it is complicated.” ~ Karen Maezen Miller

 

funniest man alive

 

It was Derby Day and this year’s Springridge Derby Day Garage BBQ almost didn’t happen. First, time got away from me, so by the time I sent invitations, almost everyone had other plans. Then, the weather was absolutely horrid. It rained up until about 2 pm, which wasn’t so bad, but an Alberta Clipper dipped into Kentucky overnight and made it a very cold, dreary rain. A few people bailed last minute, and who could blame them with conditions like that, making this year’s crew small. A small but mighty crew we were. We had a blast. We moved the party indoors where John Lumagui managed to make us laugh until we had tears. I don’t get to see him nearly enough, and I’m reminded of that every time he comes around. Not only is he sweet as can be, he really might be the funniest man alive.

 

healing power of laughter

 

Wally and Lilly (the black blob behind the couch) joined in the fun as John spun joke after joke. I snorted and laughed so much my throat hurt by the time everyone left. We still grilled out. The clouds broke long enough for us to soak up a few rays before moving into the house for the race. I even managed to figure out how to set the self-timer on the camera so I could catch us all together doing jazz hands. I love these people so very much, and their presence in my world today was just what the doctor ordered.

 

jazz hands

april 25, 2017

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“It costs $0.00 to be a decent person.” ~ Unknown

 

alert (snapseed)

 

Dad isn’t exactly tidy with sauces as evidenced by the matted goo in Wally’s head hair. Poor baby smelled of honey mustard sauce well into the evening, but to him, it was just another fragrance in his potpourri. I love this stinky little matted hair dog. He brings me more joy than words can describe. 

april 12, 2017

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“Your ordinary acts of love and hope point to the extraordinary promise that every human life is of inestimable value.” ~ Desmond Tutu

 

pals

 

The yard finally got its first trim of the season. It’s one of my all-time favorite things; that first mow of spring. The wild onions are plenty, and once they’re cut, the aroma sticks until the next rain. I reckon heaven smells like a first mow. Or brownies. That’d be alright, too. Anyway, the yard looks great, but if I’d had a hay baler I could have made a little money on the side. Wally’s a good helper, too. He watches after me, never gets in the way, and he’s genuinely happy to be outside with me. I love my little dog and my little yard and my little mower my sweet daddy gave me. I’m going to sleep good tonight grateful for everything I’ve got (and some of what I don’t).

april 2, 2017

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“Our thoughts, words, and deeds are the threads of the net which we throw around ourselves.”
~ Swami Vivekananda

 

in living color (snapseed)

 

When the temps are low I take Wallace with me to the store. He enjoys the ride, and he’s a good boy to wait for me. Today, it was warm enough to roll down the window and let some fresh air in even if it was crisp at only 20 mph. I take great joy in seeing his little face in the mirror. If a dog could smile, he sure would, especially when he’s with dad. Those two were meant for each other, and I’m awfully glad he lets Wally stay with me when he’s not around. He’s my shopping companion. 

march 23, 2017

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“Worrying about the past or the future isn’t productive. When you start chastising yourself for past mistakes, or seeing disaster around every corner, stop and take a breath and ask yourself what you can do right now to succeed.” ~ Harvey Mackay

 

national puppy

 

It’s National Puppy Day. Even though Wally’s not a puppy by definition, he’s a puppy to me. We headed to the backyard for a little evening shoot. He chewed sticks while I tried to photograph him. Some were more successful than others. He really doesn’t like the camera. Dogs are like people that way: some like it, some don’t. Regardless, he is one of the sweetest dogs I’ve ever known. I hope you have a puppy in your life….or a kitteh. They’re cute, too.

 

many faces

march 19, 2017

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“Just be, and enjoy being. If you are present, there is never any need for you to wait for anything.”
~ Eckhart Tolle

 

the “In” crowd

 

I went to West Liberty to watch an afternoon of basketball with mom, dad, and the boys (the boys being Wally and Scrappy). This solemn look persisted most of the day until the final minute of the UK vs. Wichita State game. That’s when we were all screaming at the TV (as if they could hear us), and the dogs began to shake. UK was barely victorious; a nail-biter down to the wire. Louisville didn’t fair as well against their opponent, unfortunately. One of my favorite things is the NCAA Men’s Basketball tournament, and I always try to catch at least one game with dad. That, too, is one of my favorite things. I’m so glad I could catch a game with him.

march 1, 2017

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“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.” ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

 

like a lion

 

March blew in like a lion. I suspect yesterday’s migraine was caused, in no small part, by the massive springtime front pushing into the area. Having slept restlessly through a night of storms, I awoke to feel as if my head was squeezed in a vise to which I could not find the handle, let alone loosen. That’s when the major squall line was pushing through. Its fury pounded my stone house. The roof sounded as if it would take flight. The nearby tornado siren warbled in the 60+ mile per hour gusts. Meanwhile, Wally lay nonplussed by the whole affair, and frankly, so did I. My head hurt so bad that the backyard tree could have fallen on me as I lay in bed, and I would have had little to say beyond, “Ow.” Eventually the front cleared leaving me to nurse the classic migraine hangover with hot coffee and silence. By late afternoon, Wally and I ventured out to assess the damage. The roof was still on tight. The stone house solid as a drum. The dying oak did lose a few limbs, but that’s not unusual. It’s dying. It drops limbs on a calm day. And all these are gifts for which I give thanks this evening. In all things there are linings of silver and gold, even migraines and spring storms. 

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