Dogs of Our Lives

It’s weird not having dogs.  After all these years we find ourselves without them.  It’s not all bad, we can leave town and walk around in our yard with less forethought.  It does mean that all the other dogs in our lives get extra love.  I reserve the right to hug on all the dogs we are lucky to know.  And I find it sweet that the lives of our dogs overlaps and intertwines with ours and the lives of our friends and family.

Dogs Gone By…


Dogs of Today…

I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,
yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head
and her wet nose
the face
of every one
with its petals
of silk
with its fragrance
into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen
and easily
she adored
every blossom
not in the serious
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom
the way we praise or don’t praise –
the way we love
or don’t love –
but the way
we long to be –
that happy
in the heaven of earth –
that wild, that loving.
-Mary Oliver

*we miss this kitty too



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