Lambiedog

The universal language

Encountered some itinerant folk singers on the bluff.

We discussed our musical tastes.  I told them about my enthusiasm for Kanye West. 

 

Their own music seems to be Bible-driven, but they didn't proselytize.

 

 

Warmed by our fellowship, I bade them farewell and continued on my way.

 

Heroes, the canine version

Sometimes I dream about what might have been.

What if I had been a mutant dog born with opposable thumbs?

It would present amazing opportunities, but also...a choice of whether to use my abilities for good or evil.

I could get up early to grind the coffee beans and prepare coffee for my family.  Or I could get up early to do some cat burgling, using those opposable thumbs to break into local residences.

I like to think that I would use my abilities for good.

But ultimately, one never knows until he is tested.

Window seat with Charlie and mallard

Excitement at the bluffs

The buzz at the bluffs last night was over a palm frond that Dolce carried up from the hillside.

Everyone gathered around to admire her trophy.

Then she and Buddy ran around with it like a pair of Budweiser Clydesdales.

I was feeling a little under the weather, but I still enjoyed the excitement.

Haiku

Take your time, my friends

When you leave your hillside homes

I will be here still.

Awaiting the muse

A simple rubric

There's a group of men and their dogs who regularly walk along the bluffs together on Saturday mornings. As I approached one of those dogs last weekend, his owner warned, "He doesn't like to be sniffed."

Such a simple articulation;  such a profound truth:  Some of us like to be sniffed, and some of us don't. 

Respect those differences, and world peace will be within our ambit.  

Can't we all just get along?

The wind beneath my wings

Now and then I question my decisions.  

Have I made a mistake focusing on squirrels as my life's work?

At such times, my family is a great source of unjudgmental support.

Terra's amazing eyes

Into the tunnel, almost

Another grueling morning of squirrel work.

I collapsed as soon as I got home.