A year has gone by…

I dreaded looking at my Facebook memories today because I knew what would be waiting for me.  I was right.  The pictures of our little pup were waiting for me to look at. It has been a year since he was underfoot.  A year that we haven’t heard him wheezing and crying in his sleep.

It’s a New Year…

Yes, it’s the third day of this new year.  No, I haven’t been celebrating for the past four days.   I am just now getting around to reading blog entries and deciding to write. I have read blogs talking of new starts, new hope, blank slates.  All of them poignant and encouraging.  To be honest, this

Beneath the Irises

I usually take each post I write and share it on my Facebook pages.  This one I will not as I have already posted a picture and most of my friends know what this post will be about. Beneath the irises, under the dirt, wrapped in a blanket with a favorite toy lies our dear

R.I.P. Mousse…

A  little over 13 years ago, dear friends of ours had a sweet chocolate lab enter their lives.  They called her Mousse.  Mousse passed away two weeks ago tomorrow. My heart broke when I heard this news.  It broke for sadness that Mousse was no longer with us, but, more importantly, it broke for my

The ABC’s of Moving…

Thought I would try a different approach to writing about the past few weeks… A ~ auto accident while showing our oldest daughter around our new area… nothing serious, a fender bender for them, a dented passenger door for us. B ~ broken ribs (five of them) for a good friend of ours who was

A Walk on the Beach…

This afternoon, hubby and I headed out to do some errands and after finishing them up, we headed to the beach.  No, not to sit and sun, but to walk, and blow the stink off. We walk on the beach often, it is a place that relaxes hubby and he unwinds.  This leads to great

And a winter morning comes…

I was overwhelmed by the response from my last post.  Thank you everyone who read, commented and prayed for my little puppy. This is an update for you all.  Yesterday was a gray day and he remained lethargic and quiet.  He ate just a little and didn’t want anything to drink.  Hubby and I hovered

Aging… 31 Days of Observing….

31 Days Observing  My precious puppy is approaching 12 years old.  In March, he will celebrate that milestone.  We have had him since he was 7 and half weeks old.  He is a wonderful little guy, I would say he is my favorite dog of all time.  I have had several dogs in my lifetime