Tag: Dogs

Burnished

     Sue’s dog Vesta—the one that another dog attacked some months ago—has decided that Rascal con be trusted.  In fact, she rather likes him again.  All other dogs?  Not so much.  She’s making progress, but other dogs still mostly freak her out, a state of being she announces with prolonged barking.  Seeing another dog approaching… Continue reading Burnished

Home

Frank and Elaine are home.  Hurray!  They’ve been gone for a long time.  Their son and his wife, both physicians, asked them to come to look after their kids for a year, while the new doctors did a one-year stint in Baltimore.  Now the son’s family are en route to New Mexico, where they plan… Continue reading Home

Corgi Races

Last Saturday, I hit the county fairgrounds for the Saline Celtic Festival.  Bagpipes skirled, Irish dancers whirled, spinners spun.  There were highland games, weaving and knitting demonstrations, and, incongruously, an exhibition of exotic animals such as komodo dragons, which are native to Indonesia.  Because it was a largely-rainy day, I attended just two events, giving… Continue reading Corgi Races

Understandings

Rascal and I have been walking earlier in the day, when the world is cooler.  He is generally not in favor of getting up early, but he can’t tell time.  If the sun’s up, it’s all good. The cloud cover was so heavy yesterday morning, however, that the system failed.  When I was ready to… Continue reading Understandings

Umbrellas and Shreds

Daniel Pinkwater, forty-some years ago, wrote a children’s book called, Roger’s Umbrella.  It’s about a little boy whose mother makes him carry an umbrella to school.  When Roger objects that that umbrella gives him trouble, his mother tells him that umbrellas are all alike and you just have to know how to talk to them. … Continue reading Umbrellas and Shreds

Dogs and Dishtowels

My husband and I realized with sorrow, yesterday, that the Thanksgiving leftovers are nearly gone.  We’ve eaten our way through the special-occasion fuss-and-bother favorite foods.  We’ve even finished the treats Cindy brought us a couple days after the feast—homemade sticky buns and pumpkin pie with whipped cream.  Everything looked gorgeous and tasted so good.  All… Continue reading Dogs and Dishtowels

Glimpses of Happiness

Walking Rascal up Nixon Road recently, I noticed a Little Free Library where there hadn’t been one before.  Little Free Libraries are small, glassed-in bookcases, mounted on posts and offering books at no charge to anyone who happens by.  People put these bookcases near their sidewalks out of niceness.  The one on Nixon was clearly… Continue reading Glimpses of Happiness

Niceness Awards

Our friend Don coaches the Ann Arbor Masters swim team.  He has since 1984.  The team practices five days a week at oh-dark-thirty.  And although I never witnessed this myself, when I was at the pool for my group of swimmers–who met after the Masters at the relatively civilized hour of seven a.m.–it’s possible that… Continue reading Niceness Awards

Guarding the Citadel

Guarding the citadel against all comers is a responsibility our animal companions take very much to heart.  My friend, Marcia, can attest to this.  She had a Rottweiler as head of security some years ago, when she found a kitten in the street during a downpour.  The kitten ended up with Marcia and family, and… Continue reading Guarding the Citadel