My entire life revolves around walking the dog and throwing balls for the dog. There are far worse things, for sure. And, after a lengthy game of fetch, she does fall asleep.
Also, WHERE IS MY SPRING?! It was 14F this morning when I walked Frances
BALL! BALL! BALL! BALL! BALL!
The Aftermath
I don’t think Frances would ever stop playing fetch of her own volition.
I love it when she stretches out her back legs behind her. It’s freaking adorable.
Frances loves to tug almost as much as she loves to fetch. She also makes a mean goalie when playing stuffy soccer.
The past few weeks have been rough. I had to have Harriet put to sleep on Monday. As long as she was happy, I was willing to do whatever I could to keep her going. But then she had a particularly bad seizure, and a few days later a stroke. She was clearly miserable, so it was time to let her go. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Being dogless was intolerable, to I went to the shelter on Friday and came home with Miss Frances. According to her intake papers, she’s 2 1/2 years old. My best guess is that she’s a Pit Bull x Boxer. She’s freaking adorable. One ear stands up taller than the other (the shorter ear has some scar tissue on the interior surface, from an old hematoma), which makes her extra appealing. She has a fabulous sense of humor, plays fetch and tug like it’s her job, snorts like a pig when she’s excited, takes treats gently, loves to cuddle, gives kisses, and has some basic obedience training (sit, down, and drop it). And, she chases cats. We’re working on that, and I’m hopeful that she’ll turn out to be cat-safe. The cats don’t seem at all concerned about her, which makes me think she doesn’t have evil intent. She just finds them irresistible.
From yesterday’s I Have to Get Out of the Office walk, this is a chair in one of the bathrooms in the building next door. This part of the university has old buildings that used to be part of an elementary school campus. The toilets in this particular bathroom are about six inches off the ground.
Oh, and that sun we had on Monday? Rain all day yesterday, and today we get the dreaded Wintry Mix[tm]. Joy.
The sun was out yesterday. I have proof! Who knows when we’ll see it again, though. It’s supposed to be rainy and snowy and gross tomorrow.
Circle the ghosts
and dance for joy
on this sacred day
And may I say, I’m not at all sorry to see that Papa Ratzi is resigning at the end of the month?
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
The world is round,
and time is fleet
And my purpose is not
what it ought to be.
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
I lie down weeping
among the weeds
and hug the world
until it stings.
The image in the first spread would not fit, so I had to cut out one child. I added her to the second spread.
red paper boat 