If you mess up, ‘fess up. ~Author unknown
Monkey (also known as Houdini)
I knew better.
Dogs should be in crates — or somehow secured — when riding in a car. They should be taught to Come When Called.
And Shelties just might be the best escape artists ever.
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.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. ~Author unknown
Monkey here.
Mama’s been tied up with stuff — a flurry of work, various appointments, and a visit from the Domer — so I seized her laptop for a post of my own. Cool.
Here’s what I’m wondering: What is it with humans and food?
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler, Austro-Bohemian Romantic composer and conductor
Dallas here.
She hasn’t written about it in a while, but Mama is still playing flute.
In fact, she plays nearly Every. Single. Day.
I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Dallas here.
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
ME!!!
People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are not taking cold. ~John Jay Chapman, American author
Dallas here.
How does she manage to catch me mid-snooze??
Nothing like some snow
To send even an old dog
Into wild zoomies!
Note: This is my interpretation of Liquid, the WordPress Photo Challenge for the week. We’re supposed to share a photo of liquid in whatever state we’d like. If memory serves me correctly, this shot from December 2014 captured one of our early snowfalls, and my dog gleefully joined me outside as big, fat flakes swirled down from the sky.
*The “zoomies” are sudden bursts of crazy energy that are totally normal for healthy dogs.
Son, dog, and music
Just three special things I love
Making my life full.
The idea behind Beloved, this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge theme, is to display a photo of something that is dearly loved. Well, gee, that’s not hard, is it? We all have something or someone we love. Here are the instructions if you’d like to join the fun. And before you ask, Dallas does not sing to my flute; he seems to have a preference for brass instruments!
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart. ~Confucius
Me and Erin are doing okay
We stumbled on this nice little town
With free hot dinners and a bed.
No need to hoard cardboard or shopping carts
No need to fight driving rain and blazing heat
Or sleep with our eyes open for protection.
Yeah, we’re doing just fine.
You know that bicycle I used to ride?
I traded it for Erin a couple months ago.
She was with some other guy, but he wanted to make tracks
And Erin was just an inconvenience. Crazy, huh?
As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the gal for me.
Long silky red hair, eyes the color of honeyed copper.
Eyes you can practically drown in, they’re so full.
When I left, I didn’t know where I was headed.
Figured I’d just ride until I found myself
Or got bored, whichever came first.
Now that Erin is traveling with me, I’m learning responsibility.
We share everything — food, water, bed, laughs.
Whoever says a homeless person doesn’t need a dog
Just doesn’t know anything about me … or Erin.
So me and Erin are doing okay.
It’s not the life you dreamed of for me
But freedom is more important than wearing a suit and tie,
Punching a time clock, running the rat race.
There are places to see, people to talk to
And we only got one shot to do it all in anyway.
At least me and Erin got each other now.
Note: This was inspired — and fictionalized — from something I saw recently.
Dallas here.
I told mama it’s been far too long since I’ve had my say in this spot, but she didn’t seem concerned. Probably too busy thinking of far-away places and good times … without me.
Humph!
I’ll show her. I know the password, and I’ve got things to say.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 