I dreamt of having large beautiful rugs in my home – the plush, light-coloured ones that make a room look open and warm…sitting or lying on a thick rug with fluffy pillows, and reading a book. But, with a black and white (and used-to-be brown) dog who is non-hypoallergenic, I have settled for small rugs at entries and exits to wipe our feet on, and which all can be put in the washer and dryer. Then, we moved, and my dream came true…for a while.
Friday, May 17, 2024
Rugs…who needs them?!
Sunday, May 12, 2024
Happy mother's day dog-moms!
Here is a poem my daughter recently wrote about Charly...
I remember when you were still a puppy and I was small
You were so gentle, licking food off my legs
And letting me use your teeth as an xylophone.
Why were you so gentle?
I remember when we would make pancakes
You would be whining for your share
We reluctantly gave you a piece.
But, why were you never full?
I remember when you ate the turkey
The only time you were full
We wrestled the bird out of your mouth.
Did you ever think you could get away with your crime?
I remember when you began to grow old
You walked slow short distances
Stairs were but a distant memory.
How will we tell when you are about to leave us?
Saturday, May 4, 2024
Searching for the “golden ticket” – phrase from Raold Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
It has been five and a half years since Charly ate four bricks of chocolate, and then multiple rounds of charcoal to expel the toxins from her system (see OldDogBlog “Brazen” on December 8, 2023). And in those five and a half years, she continues her quest to conquer and consume any cacao prize. She needs no promise of a chocolate factory tour…she cares not for fame or money. She simply must eat chocolate. She must. Our family orders most of our required non-perishable items. They accumulate in the garage, and as Charly waits for me to tie my shoes or don my rain gear for our next walk, she sniffs, prods, choses, and then tears. I’ve stopped wagging my finger in front of her dismissive eyes. Her sheer delight at ripping into delivery packages that host various forms of cacao, force me to let her have those moments…albeit monitored moments. Then, outer box or plastic strewn about, I snatch away the prize. She stands among tattered three centimetre squared-ish pieces of the chocolate-housing-exterior, and stares at me with disdain. She found and opened it after all. As a dog led by her stomach’s yearnings, she will never stop searching for her “golden ticket”.
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