It’s Not A Home Without Furkids

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are".—Anonymous

It’s National Dog Day today and I wanted to share a photo of my furkid, Sophie, seen here on her favorite woobie resting against MY pillow.  It’s as if she’s telling me, “You have enough space.  Move over.”

Sunday Slacker Post

So far, my retirement has been nothing short of glorious.  I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.  

Over the past twelve years I have never had a Sunday off unless I requested it.  Today is the first Sunday for the rest of my life that I can truly enjoy a leisurely Sunday.

Sophie, my little furkid, is in Seventh Heaven.  Ever since I got her she’s had to spend twelve hours a day alone in the house while I was at work.  Now, she is beside herself with joy.  She has her mom all to herself.

Just take a look at her.  Is that not the face of a happy pup?  She usually sleeps under the covers or on the same pillow my head is resting on.

This morning we were going to have breakfast on the deck and watch the squirrels and bunnies cavort in the back yard but it rained. 

I’m going to search for some good movies to watch nap through and enjoy a lazy day.  It’s Sunday after all and we’re retired.  Life is good.

I hope your Sunday is peaceful and blessed.

Sophie’s Not Crazy About “Snowpocalyse”

I have written before that my little furkid Sophie loves her some snow.  I thought that meant all snow.  Today I learned that an icy surface is no fun at all for an itty bitty girl.

I decided after playing out in the snow and sledding down the hill beaucoup times that I should clean off my car’s windshield and back glass in preparation for tomorrow’s trek to work.  I didn’t want my windshield wipers to be frozen against the hood cowling and I certainly didn’t want big chunks of ice to stick to the wiper blades because they won’t work properly when the road goo flies up on the glass.

I let Sophie out to play in the snow while I cleaned away the ice and snow.  I watched her and she wasn’t running wild doing figure-eights and doing big circles like she has before.

These are some of the pictures I took of her.  She carefully inspected my tracks in the snow and the steps that lead into the house.  Then the wind caught my garden flag and it startled her just a tad.  Once she figured out that was no big deal she walked along the perimeter of the chain link fence.  She headed back to the steps when she must have caught the scent of a squirrel.  Any other time she would’ve thought, “Let me at ‘em.”  Not today.

Normally, I would have to wait out in the cold for her to run herself silly before she decided she’d had enough playtime in the snow.  Today she wanted to go back in the house the instant I headed for the door.  What a weenie.