July 28, 2018
July 29, 2018
August 3, 2018
Returning home from a wonderful evening at the gallery seeing some wonderful friends, some I've known for over 30 years, others within the last. To make things even more wonderful, I sat down at my desk and was immediately accosted by Forrest and Jenny both attempting to get into my lap which, while physically possible, is not advisable.
Settling for having just their heads in my lap they began:
"We really just wanted to stop by and tell you how much fun we are having! I mean, we really do miss you, but it's pretty great here and we have the most amazing group; there's Gentleman Jake, Tuck, Butch, Spirit, Larry, Dugley, Mike, Shortstop, and Bonnie - they're all part of the crazy group. Some of the gang saw that you had been talking with some of their families and they all wanted to make sure that everyone knew how much better they all feel and how much they miss them, but we are keeping each other company. We've been eating a lot of grass, so it's just as well we're not home to barf on the living room rug. We found a large grove of red cedars and have decided that's where this new pack will call home at night on the soft floor covered in years worth of pine straw. Well, we better go, it's the cats' turn to chase us. We'll check in again soon."
I hope so....
August 27, 2018
Barely into my first sip of coffee this morning when Forrest and Jenny came crowding under my desk both pushing their heads into my lap.
"What's this about National Dog Day? We thought maybe it was some sort of thing where rules were suspended and we could eat bacon and sleep on the sofa or something so we thought we'd come to check it out."
Well, it caught me by surprise as well. I think it's not only a day for some bacon, but just to appreciate how wonderful you have made our lives. I have always felt that life without dogs is not really a full life. You two just oozed love and hilarity. I miss your curious looks, your warm heads on my lap, your pawing at my leg when you wanted attention, your snoring and backfiring under my desk while I worked with you sleeping on my feet. Everything.
"We miss Y'all, too. The belly rubs, the head-scratching, particularly around the ears. Fires on cool nights, we miss those fires and sleeping on that giant squishy doggie bed. Really we just miss hanging out with you."
I know, we miss that more than you can imagine.
Leaning over I grabbed a handful of furry dog ear from both in each hand and kissed them both on the head before they headed into the kitchen, checked the counter for possible bacon and vanished.
Happy National Dog Day, Forrest and Jenny.
October 20, 2018
"So we can make the drive home now?" Forrest asked having lumbered into the living room of my sister and brother in law's place in Maine.
Yes, we picked you up and sprinkled some of your ashes in the meadow and at the top of Blue Hill, then at the bathing beach, the sunny spot in the gravel driveway at Brightly Cottage, and some up on the porch. All of your spots. It was a perfect day up here, very windy, cool, sunny, and dramatic clouds. We will make our drive home tomorrow just as we have done for the last ten years with you in the backseat.
"Good, I've been wanting to go home. Can we stop for burgers?"