Archive for November 11th, 2007

I Am in Love with my Dog

It happened.  Of course it’s not uncommon in a world full of dog lovers – but me, I’m a cat lover.  I had six cats or should I say 6 cats had me.  Let me begin at the beginning.

My youngest daughter has been asking for a few years now, no actually, she’s not been asking, she’s been telling me quite emphatically: I want a dog.  To which I always replied: you can have a dog when you grow up and you are on your own.  Still she persisted.  One day she told me: I had a dream last night, I dreamed I got a dog.  And I said my usual schtick of you can get a dog when you grow up, cats don’t like dogs and besides we already have enough animals – 6 cats, 2 guinea pigs and 2 fish and I’m on a roll with even numbers…I can’t ruin that with one, singular odd numbered dog and no, we are not getting 2 dogs!

It happened on a Mimosa Saturday morning.  Myself and my husband enjoying Mimosa’s in bed and we are having a Wizard of Oz party in our room.  While we are watching the Wizard of Oz, we are playing the Wizard of Oz trivia game with our kids.  And I don’t know it was something about Toto and how cute he was.  He gets even cuter on Mimosa #2.

And so it happened on a Saturday in mid September, we got a dog.  One little girl’s dreams came true – ever reminding her don’t give up on your dreams EVER no matter what anyone tells you to the contrary!
And ever reminding ME that Mimosa’s will screw with any decision making capabilities you previously thought you had.

So that’s it, I am in love with my dog.  Her name is Isabella, she’s a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel mixed with a little Japanese Chin and one look at her and you will be in love, too.


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My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
~ Mary Oliver ~

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