
sad eyes implore me dejection turning to bliss when I grab the leash

Weekly Photo Challenge: Change
Cat hair
everywhere
on the floor and in the air
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Dog fur
in a blur
mostly on the furniture
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White fluff
on my stuff
vacuum cleaner has it rough
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Sometimes
makes me wish
I had opted for a fish
Weekly Photo Challenge: Monochromatic
The “dog days of summer” actually have nothing to do with dogs (they refer to the Dog Star Sirius and its position in the heavens during a portion of the summer). This summer day, however, is all about dogs.
It’s National Dog Day, an “unofficial” holiday established to acknowledge the benefits and needs of our canine companions. Seeing as how it is unofficial, I’d say it’s open to celebration in any nation.
So hug your dog, adopt a dog, send kind thoughts to the neighbors’ dog whose barking woke you up at 2 A.M. this morning… there are as many ways to celebrate as there are fleas on a dog.
Here’s a shout out to the special dogs in my life:
And lest I get clawed to a bloody pulp, I’ll just toss in some love to one of the cats in my life. She’s not a big fan of National Dog Day. She’s not a big fan of much anything, really. But I’ll leave her story for another day. Like maybe National Curmudgeon Day.
Happy National Dog Day!
Susie Lindau was kind enough to run a post I wrote for her Wild Rider Fitness Challenge (#WRFChallenge) a couple of months ago, but since I promised a moratorium on dog posts, I held off on reblogging until today. Thanks, Susie!
I would like you to meet Maggie C from, What Rhymes with Stanza? She has taken the 90 day Wild Rider Fitness Challenge. Maggie has written a wonderful outdoor photo essay about the pet-ometer and how it keeps her going. I can see where it is an excellent motivator. I think you’ll really enjoy this. It may motivate you too.
Take it away Maggie C!
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Thank you, Susie, for hosting the Wild Rider Fitness Challenge!
I’ve actually been taking daily walks for about a year now, but the Challenge is motivating me to “step up” my game. I have difficulty sticking with any kind of healthy endeavor, it seems, so having kept at it this long is pretty amazing (or perhaps I’m just easily amazed).
The secret to maintaining my exercise regimen this past year has been my Pet-ometer. He doesn’t measure how many steps I’ve taken in a day…
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A voice whispered in my ear,
“Buy it and they will come.”
I was confused, and said, “Buy what?”
The voice said, “Cheep!”
So I went to the store and looked for something cheap.
I found a colorful glass birdbath
on a wrought iron base.
It was on sale.
I bought it.
I set it up in the front yard,
filled it with water,
added three big rocks (for ambiance),
… and waited…
No one came.
Okay… one bird came.
An avian bath critic, perhaps,
who apparently voted
two wings down.
Perhaps I should have splurged
on the Jacuzzi model, or maybe
the optional water slide.
But I did not.
After all, the voice did say cheap.
Henceforth, little birds,
If you aren’t going to utilize
the colorful glass birdbath
on the wrought iron base,
please stay downwind from me.
There are few things worse
than an unbathed bird.
And please,
stop whispering in my ear.
Sincerely,
Birdbath Owner
= 0 = 0 = 0 =
You’ve taught me a lot
since you came to live with me.
Like not to leave socks lying around.
Or pens. Or slippers.
Or granola in a bowl of milk.
I’ve tried to teach you things, too.
Like barking to alert me
of your need to go outside.
Like NOT barking to alert me
every time the neighbors walk by.
And that it’s bad form to drink from the toilet
or to try to hump the cat.
I’ve seen you staring out the window
at the colorful glass birdbath
on the wrought iron base.
Could that have something to do
with its unpopularity?
Please don’t chase the birds.
I am fairly certain they do not want
to play with you.
Cordially,
Alpha Pack Leader
= 0 = 0 = 0 =

There’s a new water dish
in the front yard for you.
It’s made of colorful glass
on a wrought iron base.
We can remove the three big rocks
if you don’t like the ambiance.
I’m really sorry about the dog thing.
What can I say… he likes you.
Faithfully,
Filler of the Water Dish
= 0 = 0 = 0 =
[Editorial note: Yes, it’s another dog post, but I promise to swear off dog posts for the rest of the month, maybe even longer. Promise. Cross my paws — fingers — heart.]
Triumph is when you are doggedly chasing after a goal,
and you finally catch up to that thing you’ve been chasing,
but you manage to come away with a smile
in spite of it.
Photo 101 Assignment 20: Triumph
This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge theme is “Muse.” The question posed is “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
Hmm… that’s a tough one. Not! I suppose it’s the subject that’s appeared in about 10% of all my posts so far. That would be my dog Chihuly.
I usually call him Chules on social media as a courtesy to the glass artist, Dale Chihuly, after whom Chules was named. I don’t want search engines confusing the two. People looking for gorgeous glasswork and finding a gorgeous dog instead might be confused, because let’s face it, Chules sucks at glass art.
I also on occasion refer to him as Fuzz Butt. My dog, that is. As you can see in the photo below, that is an apt nickname.
He’s a dog of many faces.
Someone on Facebook referred to him as a chameleon. He has his tender moments…
but he can be macho, too.
He can be silly…

Tap. Tap. “Is this microphone on? Okay, great! I’d like to dedicate this first song to my house mate, the tuxedo cat. Buddy, this one’s for you…”
He watches out for me.
And at the end of the day, he’s just a great companion.
So you may be seeing more of my muse around here, but I’ll try to control myself and keep it under 15 percent. And for good measure, I’ll toss in the occasional photo of Sebastian, the tuxedo kitty.

“Chules is such a show off, he gets all the attention. That’s okay. Everyone knows I’m smarter. And better looking. And I have a fuzzier derriere, too, but that’s beside the point.”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse