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“I don’t feel well, Mommy.”  These were the words uttered from a child of mine early in the morning, signaling the possible onset of an illness. My response was always to immediately place the palm of my hand on his or her warm forehead.  “Oh, sweet lamb.” (Just like my own mother used to say) →

It was a relaxing rainy Sunday at the cabin. Upon returning home I realized that my blog posts over the past few days had technological issues. In other words, my mom could not access my dog movie she wanted to watch on Friday. Plus this morning’s rainy day pictures never downloaded. What can I say? →

My heart fills with joy Remembering the first  Moment we met. A new love expanding Holding no space For regret. Our courtship progressing Like a river  Rushing fast. Knowing our future Together was sure To last. I never knew my heart Could expand to love  More than just you. But here we are Thirty years →

Do your homework and find a breed that will fit well in your family. Don’t be afraid of the doodle reputation (even though it’s true what they say about their high energy). Do make sure to look closely at the size of the father dog as well as the mother dog. Don’t panic when, at →

Room to room, I have moved about my house tidying up. The closet, the kitchen, the pantry, the garage, the family room, and even the dog toy baskets. Discarding and donating or rediscovering and refolding, the primping process proceeded with puppies pondering the piles. My neatly vertically packed KonKari folded t-shirts resembled a bookshelf with →

TODAY is the day! Something is arriving that I ordered a few days ago. It’s a surprise! You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out. I may sit on the front stoop all afternoon waiting for it’s arrival, “I’m so excited! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!” (hope I’m →

One Mama Bear plus two Aussiedoodles. Two human legs. Four legged pups times two is eight. 5,000 steps tracked on my watch. Their 8 steps to my one totals 40,000 puppy steps. In conclusion, we collectively tallied up 45,000 steps on our walk. Two tired puppies. One happy mama bear. →

My memoir writing class started up again last week after about a six week hiatus. During that time I kept up with my writing but it was for my blog. One may assume that the words I churn out about my family and my dogs could be also what I write about in my memoir →