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Storms In Our Lives

Carl has done it again.  His separation anxiety continues to be clearly displayed. This time, Jay’s new recliner was attacked and the chair lost.  Because Carl cannot be trusted in the house when we are away, he and Bee have been banned to the porch and back yard. If they want to come in, theyContinue reading “Storms In Our Lives”

Dropped Blankets

I can hear the hum of the washing machine and the soft sound of the refrigerator. Other than these familiar noises, all is quiet. Carl and Bee have finally settled down after a rough housing episode that included Carl holding onto the blanket that Bee was sleeping on and dragging her across the floor. WithContinue reading “Dropped Blankets”

The Love of the Father

Carl and Bee are resting peacefully in front of the fire. Their smashed faces that mark French Bull dogs almost touch. Bee begins to wheeze due to the dry heat and Carl stirs. His head tilts to the side so that he can catch a glimpse of his companion, checking to see if she isContinue reading “The Love of the Father”

A Certain Kind of Laziness

There is a laziness settling in all around us.  Cold temperatures have recently dropped down into the 30’s and a chilling sensation has crept in.  For the first time all year, the switch has been flipped and the gas fire place produces an inviting warmth throughout the house. Carl and Bee lay lethargic on theirContinue reading “A Certain Kind of Laziness”

The Value of a Dog

Jay had been out in the garage working as I was just getting dressed after taking a shower. I could tell by the expression on his face as he looked around the corner that he was anxious about something. Then the words rushed from his mouth. “Have you seen Carl?” “No. As you can see,Continue reading “The Value of a Dog”