Lambiedog

Faraway thoughts

    Here I am thinking about Thomas, who lives in New York at present.

 He's a great one for playing with me.

 

  

When he's here, that is.

    

With Sam and Grandpa

 

 I hung out with my brother Sam and my grandfather who was visiting.

They discussed computers, which to tell the truth I find deadly boring, although I feigned interest.

For a conversation to keep my attention, there should be a lot of "Lambie"s sprinkled into it.  I'd say the proper ratio would be about 25 "Lambie"s per minute of conversation.

Elf to his shoemaker

    After his day at school and his track meet, Charlie fell asleep on the sofa without getting his essay done. 

    Looking at his computer, I wondered if perhaps I should write his essay for him, like the elves who helped out the shoemaker.  Unfortunately, that would be a violation of his school's honor code.

    So instead I concentrated, silently yet intensely, on transmitting to Charlie via the ether my reserves of strength, brilliance, and analytical acuity, so that he would awaken feeling inspired and refreshed.

With my brothers

Can you see the family resemblance? 

They've got my back

My brothers might strike you as tough.

 

But they're putty in my paws.         

 

 

 

Wisdom of the elders

 

My grandpa's been visiting.  

I took him out for a walk on the bluffs.

 

 

 

Later on, we sat together in companionable silence while he read his newspaper and I chewed on my bone.

 

 

Window seat with Charlie and mallard

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.

K's lap