Tag: dogs
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My Precious
this real lifewe’re buildingcan be tough. Toughin its rawness, in thediscomforts ofeveryday adulting. Andalso in this new, mutualdependanceon the other, whichis only348 days young. Yet inthis moment, I couldnot nameany other thatI would rather behandholding on ourjourney. You continueto astound me.And be super bossy!And funny, and kind,and a dog spoilerof epic proportion. Theseare afew of…
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When
they leave,they take a pieceof us withthem.To a placewhere itcan neverbe retrieved from. When theyleave,words arepointless aswe stand byhelplessly,steeped inunbearable pain. When they leave,we tellourselvesstories of neverever lovinganother dog. Everagain. When theyleave, wefeel shameat having letthem go, whilebeing brave forprotecting themfrom furthermisery. When theyleave, weblame ourselvesfor all theshould havesand could haves. When theyleave, wejust miss…
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Everyone really
does needa Hugoin their life. That voice,often finding youdeepinthe wilderness,guiding you backto the bestpossible reality.The unashamedobserver ofyour trueand ultimatesparkle. The giverof the most gloriousfree gifts…Like kindness,and time.A cozinessthat is bothcomfortingand turn-on levelmanliness. Grown menwith poodles,really shouldrule the world.And don’t justtake myword for it.Find theright Hugofor your ownlife…and watch as themagic unfolds. ~Lu
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She is
at first glancea smallish browndog.Kinda arb looking,happy.Tail tipped white.Lineage largelyspeculative,politely referred toasa mixed breed. Yet to experienceher,is to truly live.Joy aboundsas she terrorisesus early morning:“Wanna play, or what?” My constant shadowon work fromhome days:“Are you going to eat that? I can help you out right now!”I smile at herpolite sit,perfectly poisedand readyfor any andall adventure.…
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Dungeon Master
Sowhy is it,that I love you,so very much?This crazycontentment,that seems to havetrapped us botha mere fourmonths in…Four months,going on ten years. It’s in your eyesthat crinkle,when you laugh,or say somethingthat’s bothfunny andhighly inappropriate.It’s the waythey look deepinto my soul,catching my breathin my throat.It’s compassion,and lust,and a softness thatI could not begin todescribe. It’s in the…
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Tell me
Dear Readerwhat doesyour own, personalShangri-Lalook like?How do youfeel when you’re there?And conversely,what do you misswhen you’re not?I’d love to know,as most of ushumans are quitesimilar, yet also quite different.And the things,experiences, andtogetherness thatmake our own hearts happycan sometimes bequite different. My Shangri-Lahas dogs: many and often!They’re everywhere,active and languid,big and small, okmostly big and scruffy!(Hi…
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I found
it, there this morning: my is-ness. It was there, in the quiet so loud, it thrummed my ears. It was there, in the air, so thick and lush, it stuck in my throat. It was there, in the happy wiggle butss of my dogs, the satisfying crunch of my shoes on the stoned ground. It…
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You gave me
your heart to love, and to protect. My constant companion, the one I clung to above all others. You licked my tears, we walked, we ran, we snuggled, we snoozed. And I always knew that you were the one… The chances of soulmates being slim. I felt awe and wonder in your presence, a wise,…
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She lets
me know that I’ve been out too late. Chewed sticks abound indoors, to be picked up half-heartedly and tread upon furiously. She lets me know that she’s actually the one calling the shots by fence fighting like a demon, back-ridge up, and tail furious. She lets me know that everything is going to be just …
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I smiled
this morning when you saw me and wagged your tail, ok, it was only a tiny bit, yet it was a flag of hope, you’d turned a corner. I was amused when you sniffed at your breakfast, and then, ever so politely declined. I laughed when you let me know that you’d be ok with …