it was Monday, February third, when I first approached my computer’s keyboard, meaning to tell the exciting news that Scooter Sublime had “lifted his leg.
It was a good thing, the giving of this hard-to-break-into-chewing-tossing-hiding-in-the-sofa-pillows-toy. Bravo!
Believe/Think
I can think hard about how to train puppy Goldendoodle; I can’t believe hard.
“I believe the pup is getting better about not jumping up on people,” I may say.
“Think about it,” my husband responds.
#8 PUPPY - APPEALING/APPALLING
“Scooter, darling, come out from under the sofa with my sock.”
#7 PUPPY - SCOOTER SUBLIME'S TAIL
Coffee, computer, and a quiet house this pre-dawn Christmas morning . It’s Scooter Sublime time in my mind. I’m tapping thoughts of his tail from the tips of my fingers. I’ve been wondering, is it possible that his tail could be broken? You know, benevolently.
A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT (not suitable for a card)
This isn’t Christmas card suitable, this thought. It’s more like, “Merry Christmas! Let me mess up the traditional message.”
#6 PUPPY — QUANTUM/ENERGY
An unpredictable pulse of energy — a jump from one interaction to another.” Yep, Scooter!
#5 PUPPY — TRAVEL TUESDAY
“Give it an hour,” said my husband as we watched . . .”
#4 PUPPY — TRAVEL
You’d think we would know better . . .
#3 PUPPY: MISCHIEF
I saw darling dog stretched out on the carpet, chewing. Chewing what? I wondered. Not his green ball, no. it wasn’t his stuffed Lamb, hedgehog, or teddy-bear; not his “safe, unflavored teething ring,” not the blue Kong tire, or the yellow monkey’s knot rope toy. What was it?
#30 TATWTD Happy Birthday, Me
Ah! I open my computer and in the upper right-hand corner (ding!) comes the announcement: Today is Barb Pine’s Birthday. And so it is. I woke (4:48am) with that thought and here was my second (as I climbed over the bed’s end-board so as not to wake the now twelve week old puppy, Scooter, whose sleeping crate is situated on the floor next to my side of the bed and who would love to wake and keep me in playful company in this early hour. But, no. I have morning thoughts I wish to record in my mostly neglected 2019 journal, and so to coffee and computer I quietly, ungracefully, adjourn.
#2 PUPPY: EXTRA! EXTRA!
Not that we needed oxygen. No, no. Perhaps the carpet needs +Oxygen but we are following the wisdom of Cesar Millan. We are creating “perfect obedience from day one through rules, boundaries, and calm-assertive leadership.”
#1 PUPPY: SCOOTER SUBLIME
When Scooter rolls from his crate to lift his wiggling self into the lap of the person who so kindly rose at 5am, as he plants licks on the person’s cheeks, plans change.
Wind/Wind/Wound/Wound
“No, no!” I cry—not Wind, not air moving swiftly enough to push the water of Puget Sound up into massive Marcel waves, not “Wind,” the noun, but “Wind,” the verb.
#28 TATWTD —GRIEF: Expectation—or Not
In previous blogs when I spoke of Absence, I didn’t notice the impossibility of it without having first expected it . . .
#27 TATWTD - GRIEF, a fourth thought; the final thought for now, perhaps
Oh, Skoshi . . . Did we . . .what if we had . . . should we have . . .could we have . . .
#26 TATWTD - GRIEF, part 3
Did you know that when you decide to move (I’m reaching for my coffee mug now at 4:15a.m.), the brain’s frontal lobe emits an electrical signal ahead of one’s thought, that is, it prepares for the thought (to move) before it’s thought.
#25 TATWTD - GRIEF, the Second Wave
You can see where I’m going, no doubt. In absence, great presence is preserved. It causes us to wonder how . . .