I have come to believe that Carl has the ability to raise the dead. Of course not literally but figuratively. I have been in the midst of a comatose state and sure enough Carl’s howl has awakened me more times than I want to count. In some cases, I have been thankful for thisContinue reading “How to Raise the Dead”
Author Archives: Cora Darrah
The Recipe for a Miracle
Carl is sleeping quietly. This morning he has already declared his presence by waking me up with a piercing howl before there was light in the sky. It would be easy for me to make a racket and keep him awake but he looks so peaceful as he lays next to Bee. Sometimes when IContinue reading “The Recipe for a Miracle”
To Belong
To belong. A quest that all of us humans pursue throughout our lives. Since bringing Carl into our home about 18 months ago, he has wanted to know that this is where he belongs. Our little French Bull dog has tried so hard to fit in but even after so long, I still don’t thinkContinue reading “To Belong”
The Skin I’m In
I still just don’t understand why Carl feels insecure and envious of Bee. Carl has a beautiful coat and he is larger and more dominant than Bee. So why is it that whenever Bee comes close for attention, Carl is right there to push her away or even nip at her? It doesn’t matter howContinue reading “The Skin I’m In”
The Waiting Room of Life
Carl spends a lot of his waking hours waiting. On any given day, you can find him waiting for someone to come home or for someone to put those wonderful morsels of food in his dish and lower it to the floor. No matter what he is waiting for, he doesn’t like it one bit.Continue reading “The Waiting Room of Life”
Blessings From Heaven
Taking Carl and Bee out for a walk can always be an adventure. Bee usually walks straight in front of me but Carl loves to swagger from side to side. He enjoys veering into yards to take a bite of dandelions or just sniff something that us humans would be repulsed by. No matter theContinue reading “Blessings From Heaven”
Scattered Blessings
It almost looks like Carl is praying. I know that dogs can’t pray but if he could, I am sure he would ask God for us to stay home more and not leave him alone. Ever since we picked him up from the doggy resort, Carl has been very clingy. When left for a coupleContinue reading “Scattered Blessings”
The Stops of Life
Carl will not move. He has perched himself in between the back room and the hallway. I am holding the gate open for him to move forward, but he refuses to move his body out of the way so that I can let the gate go back into position. Finally, I let the gate goContinue reading “The Stops of Life”
The Convicting Evidence
The evidence is all over his face. Yellow dust from the flowers that I just planted the other day. Where there used to be radiant colors, there are only bare stalks that rise up out of the ground. Carl has no idea how much his actions have hurt me. But I think it is theContinue reading “The Convicting Evidence”
It’s Just Not Time Yet
Sleep covered me like a heavy fog on a wet fall morning. I was caught between a dream and reality when I first remember the sound of the piercing howl. I struggled to open an eye to take a peek at the time plastered across my ceiling. 5:08. The howl began to increase in volumeContinue reading “It’s Just Not Time Yet”