Monday, July 31, 2017


Troubles may seem many, blessings may seem few;
to see beyond the obvious is sometimes hard to do.
But, stop and see the forest in each and every tree. 
Precious blessings abound when you look and really see. 

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Sunday, July 30, 2017

First Portraits

This is the first portrait session for our 
newest minions. It was a challenge for them, 
and, to be honest, for me, as well. But,
we wanted to show you how they are doing.
Clyde's eyes are fully opened, while
Bonnie is very impatient for hers to be.
She is quite determined and bossy.
Clyde is calm and cooperative.
Together, they are quite a pair. 

First, they wanted to go one way.

Then, they decided to go the other way.

Oops...that was when Bonnie stumbled,

and had a little trouble recovering. 

Let's see...where were we?

Well, that's not right!

Okay, a close-up of Clyde. 

And, now a close-up of Bonnie.

There you have it. Bonnie & Clyde.
It is hard to capture Outlaws, even minions.
We will get better at this, though.
They will be with us for at least a couple of months,
while they grow and learn how to take over the world.
Now, I believe it is time for a catnap.
See you soon!

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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Just Peachy

The peach tree is beautiful in the Spring.

I am always fascinated by her growth,

and also by her bounty.

As her fruit begins to gain colour,

the birds, squirrels, and raccoons take notice.

I start making plans of my own, too.

They are ready, and so are we. 

Bill got home just in time for homemade peach pie!

Friday, July 28, 2017

Friendly Fill-ins: Week 64

We are happy you are here for another week of friendly sharing! As always, you can find the fill-ins here and at each Thursday. On Fridays, we post the linky for sharing. The first two fill-ins are always provided by Ellen. The final two statements are offered by myself. You are welcome to answer in the comments. If you link up, people can share more easily!

Busy time here! Bill is looking into alternative scheduling, so he can have his weekends back. His musician friends are all for it, as am I. He works too hard, and music is his healthy, creative outlet. We all need that, don’t we?

Please visit Eli at Coach Daddy for his monthly Six Word post. July is about one's greatest adventures. I found this month's posts very moving. 

I hope you have met Bonnie & Clyde, our new foster babies. I am not always able to share our rescues. Rules and regulations vary, depending upon who I am assisting. However, I will be sharing this pair with you.

Chloe Jo is feeling her naughty self, again. She is such a kitten at heart…and mind. I adore her, just as she is. Maggie is sleeping her Summer away, which is fine. Her appetite is good. George is even able to get her to walk fast (play) once in a while. Grizelda is George’s best buddy; they wrestle! Stella and Kenzie have discovered the peaches are coming ripe. The dog days of Summer can be sweet. Life is good.

I hope you are enjoying the “dog days” of Summer where you are. May yours be sweet, too.

Here are my completed fill-ins:

1. As a child, my favorite playground activity was the swings or merry-go-‘round. There was a sense of abandon and freedom in both of these. I was blessed when Uncle Eddie made me a tire swing. There was nothing better than that! 

2. For breakfast, I have coffee and then I have…more coffee. I really don’t eat breakfast when I am alone. I will usually eat about lunchtime; I think it is my preferred meal. When Bill is home, he tends to make me eat breakfast, especially if he cooks. He is an excellent cook of gourmet caliber.

3. An instrument I would like to play is the dulcimer. I have been fascinated with this instrument since I heard my sixth-grade music teacher play it. The sound of the dulcimer speaks to me.

"Grey Cat on a Tennessee Farm" on the Dulcimer

4. I always try to accept even when I do not understand, because there is joy there. I try not to judge because we each have a different path and purpose. We should try to be accepting of others without judging or assuming the worst. There is joy in acceptance. I choose joy.

~Appreciate the simple joys!~

Now, it's your turn. Please join us by linking up with us here...

Thursday, July 27, 2017

We Haz Kittens!



Please welcome Bonnie & Clyde,
our ten-day old foster babies.
They will be staying with us until they are 
old enough to go to their forever home(s). 
For various reasons, rules, and factors, 
I am not always able to share our rescues.
We are very excited to share this pair with you.

Fill-in Statements: Week 64

Ellen of 15andmeowing and I provide the Friendly Fill-In statements each Thursday. On Friday, when we post our answers with a link-up for you to join us. Learning about each other and making friends is what it is all about!

Here are this week's fill-in statements with the blanks:

Week 64: July 28, 2017
1. As a child, my favorite playground activity was ______________.

2. For breakfast, I have ______________.

3. An instrument I would like to play is                        .

4. I always try to                          , because                       .

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

How I Am Spending My Summer Vacation

Summer is always a busy time. As you know, I am editing, and hopefully improving, my collection of dog stories. Cat stories will follow. Thank you to those who read and commented on Velvet’s story. I appreciate your thoughts more than I can say. Each essay is a labour of love, and each one wrecks me in a different way to relive it. I never feel that I have done that special dog the recognition that they so well deserve. I miss each one deeply. Velvet was the first. She set the standard for me.

Along with my dog stories, I am also working on the usual things. There is endless yard work, health issues, my critters, and misc. rescue critters. And, there is poetry, stories, writing challenges, photos, and blog posts. I aim to keep things positive. A thankful heart and soul is a positive one. Those who know me know that I am sincere and mean no harm. No judging here; to each their own. I blog about what moves me, and that encompasses many things.

In fact, a special project has evolved from a very old blog post. Currently, I am doing research for this very special upcoming post. The project is time-consuming, but it means a great deal to me and certain others, too. I hope to have all of the information soon, so I can finish it and post it here. 

Please know that I may be slow to comment or respond, but that I am reading and enjoying your posts. My desktop keyboard died, so I am using my laptop. I am thankful for that! I plan to replace the main keyboard this weekend. I keep everything on the desktop, so I need to be able to get back in there. Oy.

So, there you have it…how I am spending my Summer Vacation. I am busy, in mostly good ways. I hope that you are, too. As we move into August, enjoy the end of Summer. Stay safe and cool. Be good to You.

Takin' Care of Business

Monday, July 24, 2017

"Crazy Time"

Things can be a bit crazy, as Life both 
makes demands and creates changes.
Thank you for being there,
even when things get crazy. 
See you soon...

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Life Lessons from My Dogs: Velvet


As a young child, I was not allowed to have a dog. Growing up in Chicago apartments, it seemed landlords just did not allow them. However, as far back as I can remember, I wanted a dog.

When I was eight years old, I entered a contest with Cap’n Crunch cereal.  The entry involved naming Cap’n Crunch’s dog. The grand prize would be a puppy. The winner could even choose the dog breed. Here was my chance! In my little girl’s mind, I reasoned that if I won the contest I would have to be allowed to keep the puppy. After all, I won; it was only fair. Well, needless to say, I didn’t win.

            We did have other pets, though. From the very beginning, there were pet turtles. My favourite was a Red-Eared Slider. She had been injured when she was accidentally caught on a fishing line. She was blinded in one eye, but I loved her dearly. I named her Snoopy; that is how badly I wanted a dog.

We had a variety of rodents, too. Not counting the ones who were native to the apartments, there were also hamsters and gerbils. We even had a guinea pig. However, their warm soft fur is no substitute for a dog’s. It is not the same.

            Right after my tenth birthday, we moved to Ohio. We lived in a Duplex apartment, where I was able to “sort of” adopt a stray Siamese cat. I fed him and sneaked him inside when no one was looking. It didn’t last long, though. Suddenly, we were moving to Texas. I was dead set against the idea of moving yet again. I was happy in Ohio, out of the big city…and, now I had a cat…sort of.

I voiced my concerns and dissatisfaction in no uncertain terms. In response, I was told that in Texas we would be living in the country. I was promised that I would be able to finally have a dog. Shortly after we settled into our Texas home, I was taken to the Houston Humane Society and told that I could choose any dog that I wanted.

I took this offer very seriously. I went through the entire facility. The center of the building was a huge open area. It was the activity hub. Hallways went off at angles like spokes on a wheel. Each hallway was for specific breeds or needs of dogs. Along the walls of the big, open area were cages of mixed-breed puppies. At the very center of the room was a giant, walk-in cage, similar to one at a zoo. It was the exercise area for puppies. The barking and whining was almost deafening. I was amazed and thrilled.

It was there that I saw her: my dog! Sitting in a very large, empty dish was the puppy for me. She was silently looking at me. When I approached, she wagged her tail. She was solid black and very shiny, with short, soft wavy fur. I was told that she was a cocker spaniel-beagle mix. I immediately chose her and named her Velvet. I had no doubt that she was the one. She was perfect.

Velvet playing frisbee

At the time, we lived out in the country, southeast of Houston. I taught Velvet to walk on a leash, but also to be able to go without one. She followed me everywhere and did everything with me. She loved to play Frisbee, though she had her own style. She would usually wait for the Frisbee to land, and then pick it up upside down. In her very nonchalant way, she would carry it back to me.

Velvet had no faults. She never was naughty, in any way. She was sweet. She was gentle. She was wise beyond her years. Trust was mutual. We were both old souls, and inseparable from the start. I had a very difficult and painful childhood. Velvet knew all of my secrets. She went through all of it with me, suffering right alongside me. She tried her best to keep me safe. She was always there to comfort me, and she also gave me hope and purpose.

When Velvet was two-and-a-half years old she had an unplanned litter of puppies. The father, a neighbor’s rat terrier, got into our yard. The pregnancy and delivery were hard on her. This was when Velvet’s face turned grey, almost overnight. I stayed with her for the labour and delivery. I named each puppy and helped her raise them.

We had many pets and various assorted rescued critters. Velvet was loved by and patient with all of them. But, one was a constant source of frustration for both of us. John Henry, our pet squirrel monkey, was incorrigible. He would ride on the backs of the puppies like a circus act. The puppies thought he was a lot of fun. Velvet and I thought he was naughty.

As the puppies got bigger, one failed to thrive. Missy, who looked just like a beagle, was fading away, no matter what we did. Velvet sensed this and fretted over her. She would not give up on her littlest puppy, and was with Missy as she took her last breath. As we buried Missy, Velvet was there, too. She stayed at the grave for hours. Her love was obvious. It broke my heart to see her grieve.

When the other puppies were old enough, I put an ad in the paper to sell them. I figured if people paid for them, they would be more inclined to want to take good care of them. Even at twelve, I cared about forever homes. I wanted someone to love the puppies as much as Velvet and I did.

The puppies inspired me to teach Velvet more things, too. I taught her to sit up and to shake hands. When I fed her, I would ask where her manners were. She would sit down and shake hands. She was very smart and eager to please. Our bond of trust and love strengthened.

We moved back to Illinois when I was 14. I was able to bring Velvet and some other pets came with us. But, through my teens, Velvet was the one who was always there to share everything with me. She knew my struggles and she gave me a constant purpose.

Velvet and I left home when I was 18, after my high school graduation. We did some traveling by car and plane together. Wherever we went, Velvet was welcomed and loved by everyone she met. Her manners and behavior were exceptional. She fit into whatever experience she encountered. But, we were a pair. One of our favorite things was to go to the Lake Michigan lakefront to watch the sunrise. We often went to a remote beach to enjoy this peaceful time. As we would sit on the bluff overlooking the lake, I would make a crown of wildflowers for her to wear. We were free-spirits and liked it that way. We were finding our path in life.

Velvet the Flower Child

As she aged, it became my turn to be there for her more and more. She developed bladder stones and liver problems. That was the first of several surgeries. We were forced to make some changes for the good of her health. She needed medication and special food, now. I got her sweaters to wear when the weather turned cold. I would do anything for her.

At 21, I became engaged. I said, “Love me, love my dog.” And, he did. Bill became Velvet’s “Dad”. He actually told her that immediately following our wedding. Soon after, the three of us took off on a road trip. We traveled out west in an old Ford van. Velvet went fishing in Minnesota, and exploring in the Black Hills and Badlands of South Dakota. She ran around the lava-beds of Moon Crater National Park, in Idaho, and walked in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. She enjoyed every place in between, too. She loved it!

After several months, we eventually settled back in northeastern Illinois. We rented a cottage on a small lake where we could fish regularly. I found Bill and Velvet outside one day, digging. I had never seen Velvet dig! When I asked him what she was doing, he said, “She’s helping me dig for worms.” She was 13. It was a satisfying thing to her dig a hole. One hot day that summer, she dug a nice hole and then laid down in it. It proves that you really can teach an old dog a new trick. You never stop learning, as long as you want to. After a lifetime of being guarded, Velvet was relaxing into old age.

That same summer, we asked Velvet to help us raise a puppy. We knew that she was getting tired, but we hoped a puppy would help keep her going. I also hoped she would teach a pup how to behave. For our first anniversary, we added Grits, a yellow lab puppy, to our family. He truly saw her as a mother-figure. He tried her patience that first year, too.  When she got enough of him, she would let him know it.

Velvet and her baby brother, Grits

One time we left them alone for a short time, just to see how Grits would behave. We came home to a house in chaos. He had scattered record albums everywhere. The trash was knocked over and tossed around. Grits was nowhere to be seen, though…or so he thought. He was hiding in his favorite place, behind the sheer window curtains, watching our reactions. Velvet was in her bed under my desk, trembling as if she had barely survived the apocalypse. She was not impressed with his behavior.

As calm and well-behaved as Velvet was, Grits was wild and energetic. She was small and dark; he was big and light. They were like night and day. There was a real bond there, though. She never chose to be the alpha-dog, but she took the job of raising this wayward puppy seriously. And, he loved her for it.

Velvet’s health continued to deteriorate as she aged. At 14, she developed a tumor on her knee. Her veterinarian removed it, but told us that it would most likely grow back. At her 15th birthday, we were told she had inoperable cancer.

By now, her heart had grown very weak. Her kidneys were also failing. She never lost her spark or her joy in living, though. We were the sad ones. We were forced to make final plans for her as she approached 15 ½ years of age.

Tried and True, Velvet

She had always been there for me. She gave me companionship when I had no one. She was my friend when I couldn’t even be a friend to myself. I knew she loved me even when I questioned that anyone did. She endured numerous moves with me several times throughout my childhood. When I became an adult, we traveled in tandem. I wanted her to have a final place to rest, one where she would never have to move again. I wanted her to be safe. I strongly felt that I owed her that.

We found the perfect place. Velvet was buried in a pet cemetery, under a big shade tree at the edge of the woods. In her casket, we placed her bed, her sweaters, and her bowls. She was tucked into her bed with her special blanket. Along with her name and dates, her grave-marker says “Love surpasses death”. I am sure of this. Even now, decades later, I love Velvet just the same as I did so long ago. She will always be a part of me; I know this to be true. I see her in every animal that I bond with. I remember what she taught me and why it is so important.

 Velvet taught me unconditional love. She also taught me inner strength. She taught me how to be strong and take what life gives, but without giving up myself. Velvet taught me dignity in the face of despair, and grace in spite of fear. She taught me to always have hope and to never stop learning.

Velvet helped me through my childhood and she eased me into adulthood. I helped her through aging, and eased her into a heavenly afterlife. I am sure that dogs go to heaven. Velvet was an angel on earth, and heaven is where she belongs.

The dog who started it Velvet

Saturday, July 22, 2017

A Summer Haiku

Summer keeps secrets
            of whispers on warm breezes 
…Winter cannot know.

Poem & Image by McGuffy Ann Morris
Haiku #337

Friday, July 21, 2017

Friendly Fill-ins: Week 63

We are happy you are here for another week of friendly sharing! As always, you can find the fill-ins here and at each Thursday. On Fridays, we post the linky for sharing. The first two fill-ins are always provided by Ellen. The final two statements are offered by myself. You are welcome to answer in the comments, but if you link up, even more people can share!

We are fast approaching the “Dog Days” of Summer. Sorry, Cat Friends. Ask Chloe Jo and her Dog, Stella. It is true. I hope you are staying cool and comfortable, whether you have fur or not. Personally, I look forward to Autumn.

The Summer heat here has been miserable. It has also spawned heavy rain storms. We have had historic flooding. Living on a Chain-of -Lakes, flooding is a very real problem for many. One day last week, we got 8” of rain. It came fast and hard, in a matter of hours. The rivers, channels, and lakes are still high. We are expecting more rain, too.

Maggie is holding her own. She is still her sweet, loving self. Chloe Jo is beginning to feel more relaxed. Thank you for your prayers. I believe in the powers within. Thank you for your friendship, too. There are powers in that, too. It helps to know that others care. None of us are perfect, so acceptance and friendship are priceless gifts. Thank you. Please know that I care, too.

I have been writing a lot. I plan to share my dog stories here very soon. After that, I plan to share my cat stories. I have learned so much from each one. I believe that is worth sharing. I hope you will enjoy them, too. 

We have a busy weekend of errands and chores planned. Please know that I will be by to visit as soon as I have computer time. I hope you enjoy a blessed weekend of whatever makes you happy. Hugs.

Okay, here are my completed fill-ins:

1. My favourite thing on my daily to-do list is talking to Bill. We always talk first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, as well as in-between. He is on the road 5-6 days a week, every week. His job as a trucker exposes him to many dangerous situations. He drives 53’ trailers, Conestogas, and flatbeds filled with steel. This adds another level of worry to a trucker's already dangerous job. Knowing that he is safe and well is critical. Once I know he is okay, I can go on with my day.

 2. My least favourite thing on my daily to-do list is making phone calls. It is worse when it is any kind of business. Too often, I have to speak to several people, be put on hold, and then have to explain all over to the next person…only to end up disconnected and forced to start over. *Good grief.*

3. I could really do without hot and humid weather. Really; I could live without it entirely. I just don't breathe well in this kind of weather. But, this too, shall pass. I don't give up easily. *wink* Humour sustains me.

4. I would love to have more free time for Bill. He needs more time to have fun, do things at a relaxed pace, and sometimes, just do what he would like to do. It seems he rarely gets to do things like that. Hopefully, that will improve in the near future.

~Stay safe in this Summer heat!~

Now, it's your turn. Please link up with us here. Or, you can answer in the comments.  

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Dog Stories


I have been wanting to share my dog stories for quite some time. These were originally published several years ago in a physical literary magazine. We published them as a series titled, "Life Lessons From My Dogs". I was pleased to be able to share my dogs and what I learned from each one.

I have been rewriting these stories, editing and clarifying what I needed to share. I think I am ready to share them here. I will share them in order of when they entered my life. I will try to share their story and our relationship. I will also share what they taught me about dogs, life, and often even myself.

Velvet was my first dog. You will be meeting her very soon. I think you will love her. I do.

Fill-in Statements: Week 63

Every Thursday, Ellen of 15andmeowing and I provide the fill-in statements. Please come back on Friday, when we post our answers with a link-up. Learning about each other and making friends is what it is all about!

Here are this week's statements with the blanks:

Week 63: July 21, 2017
1. My favourite thing on my daily to-do list is _________________.

2. My least favourite thing on my daily to-do list is ________________.

3. I could really do without                           .

4. I would love to have more                                    .

Tuesday, July 18, 2017


I have learned to love the unique Hollyhocks.

They are amazing, both fragile and strong. 

They grow to over 6' in height, with numerous blooms.

The bees love them as much or more than I do.

The double blooms on some Hollyhocks are exotic.

They seemed to evolve from the traditional ones.

I love them just as much, though.

And, so do my wonderfully sweet bees!