An Easter tradition at my house is an egg hunt for Darling Doggie Dallas.
Like so:
It’s in here somewhere!
Missing the Obvious
Category Archives: Dogs
Speckled Puppy
Trying to get home perhaps
Perhaps looking to get away
Away from abuse or too much love
Love that fattened a speckled puppy
Puppy with a brown leather leash
Leash that once meant long walks
Walks turn into frantic scrambling
Scrambling to find a way back home
Home before day turns into night.
Note: Driving home from Good Friday services, I caught sight of a small brown and white dog, perhaps a setter, trying to squeeze its pudgy self beneath a wire fence beside the interstate.
A long leash was attached to its collar. There were no houses nearby; just a gas station.
Part of me wanted to stop and help. To find the little guy’s owner, certain that some poor youngster would be missing her BFF and spending the night in tears.
The other part won out. I didn’t know if the dog was rabid, if it had left a situation worse than running along the highway, or if it knew exactly where it was and intended to get home in due time.
Don’t you think that people who take on the responsibility of a pet should care for it better??
P.S. This poetry form is called Chain Verse (and no, I didn’t know it either, before I did some proper research!!)
P.S. 2. Happy Easter to all my wonderful online friends!!
Giving Mama Some Space
Dallas here.
Mama’s on a tear, and I’m hiding low. Watching her as usual, but out of harm’s way.
Because I’ve lived with her long enough to know two things:
1) She gets like this when she’s stressed, and
2) This, too, shall pass.
Who Gets the Bully?
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down. ~Robert Benchley
Recently, I found myself tuned in to Cesar Milan (you know, the Dog Whisperer), and he was promoting an upcoming show in which a couple needed his help with their bulldog mix who’d bitten their 3-year-old child.
The couple trained horses for a living, and the mom — despite the boy’s scars, despite her husband’s pleas to get rid of the dog — prided her abilities and refused to admit defeat. Even if the dog bit the boy again.
What was she thinking??
(Nearly) Wordless Tuesday
Okay, so how much longer do I have to wait until Mardi Gras?? (It’s today, everybody — let the good times roll!)
Feeling the Burn
Dallas here.
I know you’ve missed me and all, so I figured you needed to know what I’ve been up to.
This:
A Dog’s Christmas
Dallas here.
Mama’s busy working on her stupid laptop, so she asked me to pitch-hit again.
(Not really, but won’t she be surprised when she sees my new post and your lovely comments, tee hee!!)
It’s a Birthday!
Somebody’s having a birthday this week — can you guess who?
One Big Leap for Dog…
Dallas here.
Don’t look now, but Mama is mad at me, and I want to set the record straight.
Traveling with Fido (Dallas)
I just got back from a trek to The Land of the North to visit with Domer (whom I hadn’t seen since Christmas!)
And it was my first trip solo with my dog Dallas.
Normally, Dallas is the best traveler. Pop him in his crate on the back seat and let him sleep until it’s potty-time.
Easy-peasy.
But when you don’t have anybody along who can help out, it becomes a whole new ballgame.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 