My daughter and her family had stopped by to see me and my little canine crew.
Afterwards I thanked her for helping capture some pics of my new squirming handsome man, Rex.
“He sure is a cute little guy,” she texted me back.
“Hey, I thought you said he was funny looking!” I replied.
Rex, a mystery mix, doesn’t quite look like the rest of the dogs on the block with his long spindly legs.
My daughter acknowledged her prior comment, but added “oh…but he’s got good character!”
There’s nothing quite like a handsome man with “good character” in my book.
Sounds to me like the beginning of a perfect love story.
Morning has broken.
Rise and shine is what we do.
With sunny sides up.
Convertibles go topless.
Old thick coats now an afterthought.
Hardy ice fisherfolk retreat to shore.
As kids clad in shorts shout, “No more!”
Then golf clubs appear as fast as the bikes.
As those cows in the country moo with glee.
Does that manure thawing smell seem almost ‘sweet’?
Or has spring fever now come over me?
Lame, this loving girl.
Some say “old, a senior dog”.
I see young at heart.
Three weeks more till spring.
Pinks and greens will paint the scene.
Pastels melt those blues.
“Rex, I’m off to work!”
Wednesday’s pup’s so full of woe.
Treats will clear those blues.
Journeys full of joy.
Uphill climbs now underwhelm.
Blue skies say it all.