Sun, smiles, and a seven pound salty dog

My handsome man Rex and I had a special date for a long walk around the lake yesterday.

With bright sunshine and temps 30 degrees above normal, smiles were blooming everywhere.

After our stroll, Rex’s little upturned nose led us to a local neighborhood bistro.

Rex spotted an inviting table outside, nearby two jovial lab mixes.

And they were seated near their very jolly owners, of course.

My handsome man insisted I extend our date and join him there for a long, leisurely lunch.

The place was much fancier than our usual Golden Arches lunch spot.

It even had menus, and handsome waiters!

I think Rex may have been a little jealous.

Anyway, we carefully studied the menu selecting a sizzling bacon cheeseburger drenched in sautéed oyster mushrooms to split.

Oh, and of course French fries since it was a bistro after all.

Rex just could’t sit still.

He was trembling in great anticipation of our fancy feast

After ten minutes, a silver platter came out through the patio door just for us.

Rex was so excited that he tried to inhale the whole half pound burger, including the bun, in just one bite!

But lucky for me, that mouth was only big enough for a couple of fries.

Though I did finally cut him a couple of pieces of beef once he settled down.

I also quietly reminded Rex that we’d agreed to split the meal as we weren’t exactly splitting the bill.

He nodded, looking a little sheepish as he chewed.

Once my seven pound handsome man started to snore at my feet, I asked for a doggie bag.

And later we were both glad that I did.

Today Rex and I were each able to enjoy two more meals together of leftover bliss.

“Hey, it’s kind of like three dates in one,” I told him this evening as we savored the last of our fries.

Then Rex lovingly licked my hand.

And I think I even saw him smile.

Though maybe it was the salt.

Our morning light

It’s dark and misty gray outside my window, with a November sky beyond.

Except it’s only September.

As I struggle to open my eyes, I find I’m unable to see the clock due to this heavy drape of morning gloom.

I’m guessing it’s somewhere between 3am and 9am as Maddie, as my lame senior corgi, continues to converse with me through gentle, muffled barks from the kitchen.

My other two pups continue to sleep and snore, until they hear me open the squeaky gate to the kitchen where Maddie looks up to greet me with a smile.

She’s comfortably centered on her dog bed anticipating a visit to the backyard
and her first bite of today’s kibble.

Terrier Tuck, and Rex, my renegade chihuahua, slowly trot their way in to join us.

I turn on the light and discover it’s 6:30. It’s time for all of us to get a move on, and for me to get ready for work.

After a spin around the yard, we return to the kitchen where I watch Maddie devour her morning meal with gusto. Tuck and Rex soon follow her lead.

I note what a happy girl is Maddie, be her hopping around the grass with her remaining two good legs or enjoying that breakfast.

It’s as if Maddie has a message for us all: “Savor each gift, and every moment.”

Maddie then licks her mouth after the last bite and returns to the middle of her checkered dog bed for a nap and a snoring session.

I smile with admiration as I look down at her, thinking how she keeps us all centered.

And how she brings such light every day to our lives.

Though simple gifts, what special ones both truly are.

The Hideout


I searched for my terrier Tuck this morning, but didn’t see him anywhere.

I had put him out in the backyard for a few minutes, before leaving for work.

Because my yard is small and fenced, I was initially more puzzled than concerned.

The last time I’d looked out the kitchen window, ‘King Tuck’ was sitting up on his favorite throne smiling.

Yet he’s one smart little fellow, who’s never a happy camper when I need to leave the house.

And he can always sense when it’s time.

Tuck’s got the perfect body clock.

Anyway, I looked under the trees, the shrubs, and the tomatoes in the vegetable patch.

And I looked behind the couch, under the bed, and in the basement in case he’d snuck back inside to one of his typical hiding spots.

But there was no Tuck to be found.

I was starting to get worried.

Returning to the yard, I sensed some movement over by the garage underneath a patch of thick ferns.

Next I saw what looked like a little head with thick, dirty blonde hair.

I walked over and lifted a canopy of green fronds.

And there was Tuck, shaking away in a deep hole he’d dug as today’s hideout.

When he spotted me, Tuck started to dig even deeper with his paws.

“Hey, Tuck. Looks like you’re digging a hole all the way down to China,” I told him. “I’ve got to go earn some kibble and you’ve got a job to do, too, buddy.”

Shaking mud off those paws as I grabbed him, I then placed Tuck in his cozy crate with a crunchy treat.

Next I turned on my guy’s favorite classical music station for his listening pleasure.

As I backed out of the garage, I listened to Tuck’s daily wailing serenade for 60 seconds.

But as usual, that serenade turned to a snore by the time I hit the street.

I’m sure Tuck’s dreaming up new hideouts for the rest of the week.

Yup, that’s my terrier.

What a little actor.