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No More Chains

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The fence is falling down in the backyard of what used to be my parents’ house.  To be more accurate, it’s pretty much useless in the way back jungly part where the poison ivy has returned.

In trying to decide what to do about the fence, my husband and I discussed options. He’s been great about not telling me what to do since I told him that was a pet peeve of mine when we were dating. So, I asked him what he would do if it was all up to him. First he helped me clarify that my plan A is to eventually sell the house and not to put too much money into it outside of getting the bathroom redone. After that was clarified, he said he would do nothing and leave the dilapidated fence like it was.

This felt like a terrible option for me. As we talked, the reason came to the surface. When I was in elementary school, we had a dog named Hoppy. He was a Newfoundland/German Shepherd mix but looked something like a Gordon Setter.  Since we lived in military housing, Hoppy didn’t have a fenced in yard. He had a chain attached to his dog house. Dad let him run loose at night when we were stationed in California and took him to the canyon on weekends to run.  When we moved to Philadelphia and Dad went to Vietnam, Hoppy didn’t get much exercise. It’s not like I ignored him, but I didn’t walk him much because I was afraid he might get away from me. My biggest wish was that Hoppy could have a fenced in back yard so he wouldn’t have to be on a chain.  He did have a yard for three months when we stayed with my sister in Michigan, but then we moved  to New York and Hoppy went back on the chain.   I’d sit inside his dog house with him for hours and make up stories in my head, including the fenced yard fantasy.

While Dad was still in Vietnam, my mom who suffered from depression, told me a story about a sick little girl who needed Hoppy more than I did. She said they had a big fenced yard for him to run in.  I had to believe her.

Dad retired from the Marine Corps when I was 13. I was excited that we bought a house with a fenced in back yard for our new dog, Lobo, who lived most of his life in that big back yard plus walks around the neighborhood.  I wish Hoppy could have had that kind of life. When I bought a house of my own, having a fenced in back yard was the number one priority. Is it any wonder that the house I live in today has a fence in the back and the front?

Now, I’ve inherited my parents’ house with the fallen fence. When I think about selling that house, I think about a girl (or a boy, or a family) who might have a dog who needs a fenced in yard. And when I think about heaven, I see a lush green meadow with all the dogs I’ve ever loved running to meet me with Hoppy in the lead.

 


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For the Dogs: Two Stories of Compassion

First, a story of miraculous healing. It  may be a little hard to watch at the very beginning, but it soon gets better and has a  happy ending.  I love how people didn’t give up on Thor and how he never gave up on himself.

 

This next story is about saving the abandoned dogs of Chernobyl. Some were hunted and killed by government officials. The survivors have been on their own for multiple generations, yet many are still friendly to humans.  I’m so thankful that the people of the Clean Futures Fund are stepping up to take care of these dogs.

 

Got good news? Feel free to share in the comments!

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One-Liner Wednesday: Dogs in Heaven

Rainbow Bridge

 

God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he’ll be there.

Rev. Billy Graham

Since I volunteer most Wednesday mornings, I don’t usually participate in One-Liner Wednesday. But every now and then, I find something that floats my boat.  I know Rev. Graham is receiving a grand welcome in heaven, and I bet his dogs are there, too. Mine will be, too. I’m counting on it.
(The rainbow photo is from Pixabay. I thought it looked like the rainbow bridge.)
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One-Liner Wednesday: Dog Love

Love the dog meme

Dog love got me through the lonely years. Dog love was better than trying to love a man who was wrong for me. Dogs are always there for you no matter what, reflecting the unconditional love of God.

(I’m sure cats can help, too, in their own way.)

There’s a lot of dog love in my book, Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again. I’m giving away ten Kindle e-books on Goodreads!  Click here to enter before the end of February.

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Back cover painting for Trust the Timing

 

One-Liner Wednesday is brought to us by Linda Hill. For more funny or inspiring one-liner’s visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/02/14/one-liner-wednesday-my-existential-fridge/

Here are the rules which we don’t always follow:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use our unique tag #1linerWeds.

4. Add our very cool badge to your post for extra exposure!

5. Have fun!

One liner Weds 2017

 


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A Tale of Five Tails

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Once upon a time, in a little urban cottage, lived a peri-menopausal woman and her adolescent daughter. The daughter liked to wear black. Her mother liked to wear green, blue, and brown, the colors of the earth. They were both somewhat lonely, though not horribly so, because they had each other and the two tails. (We’ll come back to the tails in a moment.) You see, the woman’s prince charming had turned back to a frog after twenty years of marriage and left to be with a younger woman. (That’s all I’m going to say about that, lest I seem bitter.)

The two tails were attached to two dogs. One was a big golden boy with the heart of a lion. His tail looked like a plume and would often catch things like leaves, twigs, and Christmas tree ornaments. The other was a mongrel of medium size whose tail was brown and long with a white tip at the end. The woman and her daughter both loved the dogs and their tails that wagged easily when the humans came home from a hard day at the office and the classroom.

The woman met other princes who were not princes at all. One was a creepy old toad who briefly appeared confident and smart, but alas, he had way too many demons running around in his head and would not even try to slay them. The other was better, with  a big smile. He seemed like the court jester at first, but sometimes he could be, shall we say, contrary. Too contrary. And he was not a good fit.

The woman decided that maybe she was better off with just the two dogs with their plumey and tippy tails. They were not much trouble and better company than the men who had courted her. But she sometimes still wished for a partner, a knight in shining armor who would not turn out to be a frog. Someone who would be a good fit. At the top of her list was that he MUST LOVE DOGS. 

Well, right around the time her daughter graduated from high school, she got a message  from her old flame, from long, long ago and far, far away. He found her again when the time was perfect. The old flame, as it turned out, loved dogs! He had three dogs each with their own special tail. One was shy and neurotic and shook every time it thundered. His tail was black and shaggy with white on the end. One was a tall hound, obsessed with food. Her tail did not wag much because she had been traumatized at an early age, before the man rescued her. But later, she became a happy tail-wagging hound, especially at dinner time. The other dog was “Beep the Horrible.” She loved the man so much, she would tear things up when he left. She did not want to share him at first. Her tail was short but could wag fiercely.

When the old flame and his dogs came to live with the woman, after an appropriate and romantic courtship, the dogs did not all get along well. But walking together as a pack and vigilance at mealtimes, eventually brought the blended family together. “Beep the Horrible” fell in love with the adolescent daughter. The woman and her old flame, who really was her knight in shining armor, got married and lived happily ever in the little urban cottage with their five dogs with wagging tails.

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My Golden Boy, Jesse and Mary Moo

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Oreo the Vibrating Dog

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Doodle the crazy coon hound

Beep

Beep the Horrible

If you’d like to read the full-length version of this story, buy my book! Or enter to win a free Kindle e-book in Goodreads Giveaways Feb. 12 – Feb. 20. Stay tuned for details!

Today’s prompt for the Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness was to tail/tale. For more tales of the Stream of Consciousness kind, visit Linda’s blog at:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/02/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-10-18/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Shortcuts and Coonhounds

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “shortcut or cut short.” The prompt is provided by Linda Hill. You can learn more about this weekly event and read other streams by clicking this link: https://lindaghill.com/2017/11/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-417/

And now, on with the stream of consciousness!

I took a few shortcuts in the corn maze last week in the mountains. The sign said to stay on the path. I usually follow rules, but lately, I’ve started taking a little glee in breaking minor rules like staying on the path. In the corn maze, I only got off the path and cut through the corn stalks when I could clearly see the path I was aiming for, just through the stalks a bit. My companions were hesitant but followed reluctantly, but I guess they trusted my determination. We still didn’t find all the mailboxes with the puzzle pieces, but I got some exercise in the great outdoors.

My problem step dog, Dixie Doodle, tries to take shortcuts to freedom by figuring out ways to break or squeeze through the fence. She can get through a surprisingly small space for a big dog. But she was cut short after David fixed the gate between the front and back yard so she ends up in a small space instead of squeezing through the outer gate which still needs fixing. I bet given enough time she would be able to get through anything. It’s not like she doesn’t ever get out. She has a big back yard and David takes her for a mile-long walk every night, except when we are out of town which does not happen often. But I don’t like to leave her. I’ve decided that I want to take her with us next time we are gone more than a day or two. Dogs are family, and we need to figure out a way to include her on our vacations. Our other dog, Marigold is old and doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. She is 15 and easy to take care of, easier than Doodle who is maybe 10 or 11 but shows no signs of slowing down. Doodle’s baying when anyone walks by the house and when it’s time to eat is LOUD. She has been called “The Mouth of the South.”

Doodle the Queen

Don’t let that stately look fool you.  She’s crazy.

 

Dixie Doodle is a Treeing Walker Coonhound who David rescued from starvation a few years before he found me again. She is serious about food. And her walks. He met someone recently who has a Walker coonhound of the same variety – treeing walker – who is named Dixie. She is also an escape artist. Are all Walker coonhounds escape artists? Once a dog learns that escape is possible, he or she will continue to try.

There were no shortcuts to my first love (who also loves dogs) finding me again. It took 39 years for him to become ready. Okay, I had some work to do, too. Or maybe there were cosmic shortcuts I don’t know about that could have kept 39 years from becoming 49 or 59. I don’t want to imagine having to wait that long. But the dogs kept me company in the meantime.

You can read more about the company of dogs and the 39 years it took for first love to return home in Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again.  I think my next book might be about Doodle, the crazy coon hound who I have come to love.

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This is the back cover painting for my book. You can spot Doodle easily.

PS: I’m writing this early because I’ll be a a writer’s conference all day Saturday. Will check in when I can.

Here are the Stream of Consciousness Saturday rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!