Unintentionally I brought a dangerous object back from vacation — I watched the sniffer dog approaching, head down, tail wagging, intent on his mission; at the other end of his lead was an unsmiling, buzz-cut hair, uniformed individual. Tired and scruffy after an overnight flight, the line shuffled forward as, one by one, a traveler got the canine okay. My…

Sit back and enjoy the tale — Let it be understood that I love my in-law family dearly. They are human beings with quirks, strengths, and weaknesses. Each one is an individual. They don’t realize it, but I study them. When they speak, I listen carefully. I read what they write and share on social media with…

A person that knows everything about you — Let the one who thirsts come forward, and the one who wants it receive the gift of life-giving water. ( Revelation 22:17 NABRE) For what do I thirst today Calm in this turbulent phase of my marriage. …

And be prepared for a whole lot of shite — I’m dog shopping. As in adopting a rescue. As I’ve done for more years than I can remember. As in it’s become a desperate situation. Our dogs stay with us all their life. Mine is the last face they see before crossing that Rainbow bridge. It’s getting harder and harder…

From diagnoses to death — three months — I always had a yardstick to make this awful decision. When they stopped eating, it was time Louie had trouble eating from his bowl on the floor, so I bought a raiser. It still didn’t do the trick. I had to scoop up his food, and he would eat from…

Because I’m having the time of my life — Hey Frosty, my mate! Last Thursday I trotted across that Rainbow Bridge with my stubby tail straight up, wagging furiously, nose forward, and breathing deeply of that lovely clean air. And oh, the yummy smells. You have no idea how good it felt to smell. For these last weeks, it…

It's okay to cry Hi Frosty! It’s Louie’s mom here. I thought I’d write and tell you about the past week. Louie had not been doing well. His lymphoma was spreading, and even though he had no pain, he didn’t feel good. His poor little pooper popped out and was…

How I wish it wasn’t so — The magnolia tree behind our home is as old as the house, circa 1978. It is massive and messy and leans away from the house and towards the canal. It‘s too close to the home, and huge branches tower over it. …