Silent gratitude isn’t very much use to anyone… ~G. B. Stern, English author
Monkey here.
Recently, Mama bought me a big bag of dog food and, because it didn’t have one of those self-closing flaps to keep it fresh, she dumped it into a plastic bin on wheels she’d bought for my predecessor (St. Dallas).
Like so:
But there was a problem lurking within. Check the photo again and see if you can find it. I’ll wait.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~William Blake, English poet and painter
I don’t know why we stayed friends as long as we did, but it’s my opinion some friendships are destined to die.
Happiness is a warm puppy. ~Charles M. Schulz, American cartoonist and creator of the Peanuts comic strip
Time
Passes.
One day you’re
A little pup —
Weak, needy, clingy.
And then I blink my eyes.
You’re all grown up. Beautiful,
Full of energy and ready
To take on the world (or your back yard)
You’ve become a lean, mean, Sheltie machine!
Experts say you’re fully grown at one year;
However, I’ve learned that it takes more
Than twelve months to grow a Sheltie.
You still need to learn to mind
And never poop indoors.
Now please settle down
And take a nap
So I can
Have some
Peace!
Note: This poetry form is Double Etheree.
Monkey, December 2021
There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas. Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world; to put your rights in the background, and your duties in the middle distance, and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground; to see that your fellow-men are just as real as you are, and try to look behind their faces to their hearts, hungry for joy; to own that probably the only good reason for your existence is not what you are going to get out of life, but what you are going to give to life; to close your book of complaints against the management of the universe, and look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness — are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas. And if you can keep it for a day, why not always? ~Henry Van Dyke, American author and clergyman
Merry Christmas from me and Monkey! We’ll be taking a few days off during the holidays to celebrate with Domer and grandma, and I can’t promise (but I’ll try) to get around to visit you all before then. See you in the new year!
It’s your birthday to-day, so why are we waiting?
Without further delay, Let’s start celebrating.
~Norman Wesley Brooks, 1967 (U.S. design engineer)
Happy Birthday to my little Monkey!! One year old today!
If the good Lord had wanted people to stay on the ground, he would have given us roots. ~Author unknown
What is this contraption? At first, I thought it was a parasail, but it doesn’t fit that definition. Then I guessed hang glider, but I think I’m wrong there, too. Finally, I hit on motor kite. Agree?
Today I’m playing something called Photo Shorts. The rules are simple: one photo, a brief written accompaniment, and must feel like fun. Fun is good, right? And we all can use more fun, especially at this hectic time of year. You can play as often as you like. Join us, why don’t you?
Here’s to Music,
Joy of joys!
One man’s music’s
Another man’s noise.
~Oliver Herford, English writer and illustrator
Monkey here.
I’m here to complain LOUDLY about that thing Mama calls a flute.
When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here
Is a
Moth, maybe.
Or it could be
A small butterfly.
Having a fine dinner
On this pretty pink zinnia.
Or maybe this is a dahlia.
I’m not sure that knowing should matter.
I just thought you’d enjoy seeing them, too!
Note: This poetry form is Etheree (the single kind, not the double, this time).
I learned a long time ago that minor surgery is when they do the operation on someone else, not you. ~Bill Walton, American former basketball player
Monkey here.
Been missing me??
Well, I’d have rather been anywhere than where I’ve been for the past few days.
A little fresh air would be good for you just now. The weather is lovely; and a little stroll in the park will bring the colour back to your cheeks. ~J. Palgrave Simpson, Victorian playwright
Today, I’m joining Robin over at Breezes at Dawn for the annual jaunt known as Walktober. We each take a walk (ride a bike, swim, skate, whatever), post about it (with pictures, if possible), and Robin gathers links to each post so we all can travel together and enjoy other parts of our amazing world.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 