I see the older woman walk slowly up our driveway, step by leaden step, watching out for icy patches. Her head is down, so I can only see the top of her forest-green hood, attached to the overcoat she wears. It’s big on her, and I wonder if it belonged to a son now living in another town, probably another state.
She shuffles closer to the front of the house in old brown boots encrusted with caked mud and old snow. My dog is barking obnoxiously, “let me out, let me out now.” I open the front door and he barges out as if his life depends on it. But he’s only anxious to get to the woman, who has lifted her face that glows with happy expectation.
She throws a Ritz cracker out to the dog, who jumps up and devours it in a fraction of a second. This annoys me. I have trained this dog patiently and thoroughly. For me, he sits for a biscuit and is told to “leave it” for seconds at a time, sometimes up to a minute, before a quiet “okay” tells him he can gently mouth the treat and eat it. Now, I see him jump and miss the old women’s fingers by a fraction of an inch for a second cracker, then a third, then another as she throws them out the driveway as if throwing bread for pigeons.
For goodness sake, I think, ready to go out and stop the circus act. The woman looks up at me as I stand in the doorway and gives me a small toothless smile. I could go out and talk to her, but she’s really not there for me. She’s there for the dog.
I watch myself stand there in the doorway, annoyed at my rude dog and the lady throwing crackers, and I see an impatient, uncompassionate woman.
Me.
What’s my problem? Am I such an elitist that I think strange old women shouldn’t find pleasure in feeding treats to neighborhood dogs? Who am I to find this activity boorish and unnecessary?
I wonder, then, who am I? The walls of my world narrow to my body, and my heart, and my brain. Why am I standing here, worrying about a few crackers? I want to be out jumping for treats myself. I’d jump for a great book, for praise from an agent, for a hug from my children, and for a kiss from my husband.
That’s what I am, isn’t it? A proton/neutron bundle of energy coiled for love and affection, for insight, for a glimmer of God and the meaning of life. I look inside further and laugh. I am a funny creature.
I wave goodbye to the old woman as she shuffles away, and I pet the dog as he returns to me, satiated and happy. He sits on the front door step straight and proud, looking at me with all the love in the universe.
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Sometimes rules hold us back. A great story. Love the dog, of course.
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As you know with your two dogs – rules are important, but sometimes breaking them is even more important in the “scheme” of things 🙂
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I think with rules one has to pick your battles, especially with dogs and often with children. My kids weren´t allowed to eat much candy and especially before dinner, but if Dad stopped in with candy, we relaxed that rule because, well he was grandpa! xo
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Good analogy! My daughter-in-law gets annoyed with me sometimes when I send my special chocolate chip cookies to my grandsons. But I don’t care. I’m like the lady with the Ritz crackers. Pure joy in the giving. 💖
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Love your writing and love your restraint – only I feed my dogs. Your heart is big to accept her needs and those of your dog. ❤️🙏😊glendacollingwriter.Wordpress.com
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I keep trying to expand my “heart” to take in the universal lessons. Our dogs seem to already know them. 🙂
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Sometimes when we pull our eyes away from our devices, we can learn a lot about ourselves from our actions and reactions. Love that dog! xo
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Oh, yes, Jill. It’s important (and sometimes mortifying) to watch ourselves…. But that’s how we learn. Henry in particular taught me many lessons of acceptance and love.
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Yes, It’s not easy and it can be humbling when we take the time to look at our actions and reactions. Dogs can get us to that realization faster. ☺️
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A story of unexpected realizations. That woman found joy in feeding your dog, and you allowed it. I agree with everyone else—beautiful dog, full of love!
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Henry and truly most dogs I’ve met – already know love, and how to extend it to all.
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So much to learn from animals who feel the joy and Instinctively know the importance of “ just GO for it”!
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So true!
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There is so much love in this story. I love it (pun intended). You are blessed if you can see yourself through the third eye of truth and objectivity. Your dog is adorable!
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Objectivity is not easy but we writers tend to understand the importance of throwing a mirror in front of ourselves, don’t we? 🤔🥰
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We definitely do. I find that my mirror most often shows up after I’ve written something. I reread it and see myself in it.
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Such a good lesson. I had a dinner party and was being anal about everything. A guest was at the salad bowl. I had forgot to put out the “special” tongs. She improvised with something else and I came screaming over and ripping it out of her hand to give her the “right” one. I was a jerk but we both laughed. My salad “forks” were really cute hands so I chalked it up to that.
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I’m glad you both laughed and you had the humor in watching yourself. 💙 But I get it about the special tongs. 🤓
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Wonderful and beautiful. For me, I caught your point before you mentioned it. Amazing what we see when we truly look at ourselves. Well done, Pam.
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I suppose we should put a mirror in front of ourselves during many occasions, Frank! Not pleasant but eye-opening. 👁
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This touches me deeply, Pam. A lovely little story/parable/lesson. I could identify with you, with the old lady, and with the lovely dog. So many emotions went through me as I read! Honestly, I hope she visits you again. The occasional batch of crackers given with love can only be a good thing, for both dog and owner. Thanks for sharing! 🙂 ❤
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This was a weekly occurrence for several years, Marcia. I guess it lasted as long as it took for me to learn “the lesson.” 🙏
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Ah, if only we could all be more like our dogs and give free rein to our feelings of joy and pleasure! The things we discern when we begin to observe ourselves… Sometimes we seem to care about all the “wrong” things, like appearances.
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Yes, and animals don’t care a fig about appearances. They are silent examples of just BEING in free and joyous ways. Particularly if a Ritz cracker is involved. 😁
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I’ve seen myself in the same position. I call it my Grinch mode. Well done, Pamela.
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I can see your wry smile, John. Sometimes we really do need to tamp down our inner “Grinch.”
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For sure. Don’t want to get the reputation of being a grumpy old man.
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NEVER!
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Pam, your sweet story shows that dogs (and other animals) have much to teach us. I love that you say you too want to be out there jumping for treats! . How can you be angry at such a beautiful dog! Sometimes we have to let go. Likely, in your dog’s mind having to sit for his treats doesn’t apply to strange women. 🙂
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I think dogs know what each person’s expectations and needs are, and act accordingly. An amazing and loving trait. 🥰
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Hi Pam, Your dog reminds me of children – they know what they can get away with at different homes and with different adults. I can see you jumping for treats, Pam.🙂 My eyes are leaking reading “That’s what I am, isn’t it?….” A great post and a great reminder! Thank you.xx
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I leap for chocolate, that’s for sure! 🙃 So hard sometimes to let go of “I have to…” and instead let the moment just BE. ❤️🙏
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As you share with your beautiful writing, Pam, pets often teach us to just BE. ❤️
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This is an interesting post, Pam. I probably would have felt like you did immediately and also mellowed and become more understanding as I watched the interaction.
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Mellowing is important! 🙂
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What a lovely reflection, Pam. My brother is that little old lady. All the dogs in the neighbor “must be let out” when he walks by, his pockets full of dog biscuits. It’s a riot. And the neighbors, now and then inconvenienced, have incorporated the fun into their lives. It’s become a “thing.” I’m glad the strange old woman and your dog are bringing each other moments of joy. 🙂 A lovely share.
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Your brother is a wonderful soul! No surprise. What a special “thing” he has created!
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He thinks he’s a golden retriever. Lol.
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Well, no better person, um animal, to be!
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Great story here…so much wisdom! In the end, love is the thing that matters. Wonderful dog! 🙂
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And we learn and re-learn, and re-learn again. LOVE is the answer. ❤
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What a great insight into how you think and learn. A lovely story which shows that you can teach an old dog new tricks, so to speak.
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Haha. You’re not the only one who has called me an “old dog.” And yes, thank goodness I can still learn new tricks. Letting go. Letting Love. ❤
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I love the joy in such a simple act. Dogs show us the proper way to enjoy life and share it with others. I really enjoyed this 🙂
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Thanks so much. Dogs – animals – are free with their love and teach us…. if we only relax and watch! 🙂
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Love it, Pam. There is a place to keep rules and a place to let the rules be broken 🙂
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And of course I was always taught to never be a rule-breaker. Most of us were. But . . . . I’m learning that there are shades of grey in the rules that sometimes should be broken. Particularly if there are treats involved. 🙂
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I know exactly how you felt. You work so hard to train your dog not to take off a hand when they go for a treat, and then along comes a stranger and sets things back. I think Darlene’s comment is good. “You have to pick your battles” and to ruin the pleasure and happiness the woman and Henry both felt would have been a bit rigid. The only concern I might have is “what” that woman was feeding Henry. If it was chocolates it could kill him. So there are many considerations. Well, you showed good restraint.
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Oh, from the very beginning the dog-loving visitor showed me her box of Ritz crackers. Seemed like catnip to the dogs in the neighborhood! And yes, just like with kids, we need to pick our battles and sometimes just let JOY win over. 🙂 ❤
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Love the way you told this story…bravo!
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Thank you John. Not easy to show my stern-faced rigid self. But at least I I relaxed my grip on “how it should be” and allowed the fun to settle in.
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Lovely moments of joy that come uninvited need to be embraced Pam. Kudos for being patient to watch them. I am sure they warmed your heart. Beautiful story.
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Uninvited and unexpected JOY is such a gift, and yet often we refuse to acknowledge it, even when it’s right in front of us. I’m hoping to be more open to less “it has to be this way” and more “wow – isn’t this lovely.” ❤
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A beautifully told story Pam. Especially during these times with less contact I think we can all relate to the excitement of your pup. We could all use more ritz cracker hugs, both in the giving and receiving.
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ISN’T IT THE TRUTH?! More “Ritz crackers” and fun-loving strangers in our lives would certainly make our days more joyful. And even more to your point, may we all learn how to hand out those crackers too. xo
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Yes, can learn so much from our sweet animals, can’t we?
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Yes, if we only “listen” with our heart. xo
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Pam, this moved me to tears. You hit a nerve somewhere.
A proton/neutron bundle of energy coiled for love and affection, for insight, for a glimmer of God and the meaning of life.
This is so profound I almost can’t handle it. Wow!!!
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Thank you so much Marlene. Sometimes I wonder where these words/thoughts come from, but then I realize, they come from deep within, and we ALL are full of that loving bundle of energy, and we ALL need those glimmers. ❤
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For a minute I thought I was the old lady walking toward your house except I don’t own a jacket with a green hood. Ha!
I love the story and the analytical mind that created it. Truly! And this bit that resonates with both of us: “An intellectual is a person whose mind watches itself.” Albert Camus
God bless the generous souls who walk a sure path and still are able to bend the rules a bit. Love this, Pam!
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You make such a good point in your subtle comments here, Marian. WE all are the lady in the hooded coat; we are the dog; and we are the observer. May these roles intermingle as we watch ourselves think and finally realize: Love is rule-bending and mind-bending and a universal blessing. ❤
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Yesterday I read a quote that fits here, sort of . . . “We are always the same age inside.” ~ Gertrude Stein
I wonder whether you think that’s true.
Happy weekend! 🙂
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Ohhh, ABSOLUTELY. The young girl in me salutes the young girl in you. ❤
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is this a true story! if so – wow – what a cool
life example to lead to such a moving post!
the self-reflection and introspection
and humble churning 😉
— well
done
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Yes, a totally true story with these true photos showing the Ritz cracker “act.”
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wow – very cool
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and PS
i think i would be more upset about the cracker itself – turns to sugar like most processed carbs and after giving out or you’d dogs the wrong snacks (like bagels) we now see that is humans are better off without many of those foods – especially boxed and processed crackers – just My onion / lol
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I know, I know, but then my “judgmental” self would shine through again and really, the dog and the lady were just loving each other. I’d guess she only shared about 5 to 6 crackers in all. After all, she had other dogs to visit! ❤
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yes A nice heart and all – but i say
shame on her for giving dogs crackers !!
not good for the pups
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but thre i will take your advice and soften my judgement too – for the love she poured out is what breaks uo hardness and coldness in this world – we need more smiles and leaping dogs and wagging tails and humanity connecting like you described here –
heart stuff !!
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*opinion (not onion)
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Dogs have a unique way of drilling down to what is truly important.
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DOG = GOD. So interesting, isn’t it????
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Wholesome food for introspective thought… Well done, Pam!
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GREAT pun, Bette. Yes, in this case, even Ritz crackers can be wholesome food for thought. 🙂 xo
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And, oh so yummy! 😋 xo
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Lovely story and reminders Pam. I love how you found compassion through humble self-reflection. And I really love your comparison to humans being electrons, neurons, etc, bursting with energy, looking for love, connection, and purpose. Don’t bust a neuron, but do throw some hugs around! 🙂
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Haha. “Don’t bust a neuron.” Love this, Brad. Yes, I think I DO bust a neuron a time or too overthinking, over analyzing, instead of just BEING. Lesson learned in this case. 🙂
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Yay! I’m glad you can relate to my humor. Be free my neuron enriched friend. 🙂
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I’ve had that same experience–well different characters but same ending. Lovely story, Pam.
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Thank goodness for the “let go let BE” ending, Jacqui. xo
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I smiled at the part of your story to see how long you can get your dog to stay before he gets his treat. I do the same thing. We live in an isolated area, so our dog pretty much has the spread to himself. When the UPS truck comes, they have a well-orchestrated act. At first, I was embarrassed when Lulu would climb into the truck like a starving dog who hadn’t eaten in months. Now, I laugh as he flings a treat out the door. As she goes after it, he peels out. It is so damn funny!
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UPS dog-lover-drivers have these tricks down pat (after patting the dog, no pun intended). At our daughter’s house (where the Amazon truck is known by her young kids as “our truck is here”), their dog’s ears prick up five minutes before the truck actually appears on the street. Good hearing, and drooling has already ensued. When our kids were young, my guy’s “parlor trick” was to place a biscuit on his nose as he kneeled on all fours in front of our sweet and patient golden, who didn’t gently take the treat until given the “go” signal. ;-0 Here’s to Lulu and all the dogs who put up with us so lovingly. 🙂
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Love it! You need never to doubt your wonderful instincts – you are a: WARRIOR PRINCESS! 🙂
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All great Warriors use their intuition and instincts, for sure! 🙂
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Everyone is a reflection to us. And, I saw you in the green jacket feeding the dog. Thanks for sharing today. It made me smile as I thought about my own dog.
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Oh, that’s interesting Patricia. But yes, i soon will take over the green-hooded woman’s role, and I’ll be shuffling down driveways, giving treats to dogs. And anyone else who wants one! 🙂 Please give your dog a hug from me. ❤
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Another touching story. I love the Camus quote and have to try to remember it. Henry is darling, what a sweet dog.
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Sometimes I think that thinking too much gets us into trouble, Gerlinde! So much for “mind watching”!
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Lovely, Pamela. The story, the realizations, and the tenderness of it all. Beautiful. 💗
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Thank you so much, Gwen. Tenderness is such a perfect word here. May we all share a little more tenderness with each other.
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This is a Win-Win-Win ~> lessons learned are like that.
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Oh, yessssss. To wins that win us all over. ❤
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I can sooo relate to all of this. Except the door, the yard, the old lady, and the snow. But, I have similar thoughts and a similar dog. She is trained and has to “work” for her treats. Dog treats. Not human food! It’s fun to be a dog. A spoiled with love, attention, comfort, and treats dog. Like Maya! 🙂 We should allow ourselves to be more… like a dog.
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Smiling, Liesbet, how you related to almost everything in my story – except door, yard, old lady and especially, the snow! But I know what you mean. We work hard to train and teach our pets to BEHAVE! But sometimes, we gotta let them “let loose,” yes? xo
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During the pandemic, I have found myself sticking to routines that work for me. I don’t want to get stuck, though. I want to be open to unexpected opportunities for kindness and joy. A Funny Creature is a lovely story.
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Such a good point here. Yes, we are comfortable in our routines, and it’s hard to let go of something that maybe would be better “out of the ordinary.” ❤
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Awww … bless your beautiful dog and his innate wisdom! I’m sure he was out there as much for the lady as for the treats, cheering her up, giving a real lift in her spirits. He looks inordinately proud of himself and I’m sure he’s telling you, see, I was right to disobey your rules – just this once though!😀 hugs xx ❤️
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Annika – how insightful of you! I do believe that animals have a sense of when humans need something from them – a hug, a joyful look, a lick on the face, and in this case, an enthusiastic bark and wagging of tail for a special “Ritz” treat. Henry certainly did “make” this green-coated woman’s day.
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Delightful on many levels. Thanks Pam ❣️
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Thank you for reading my Ritz cracker story, Val. So great to see you here! xo
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So an old woman and your dog taught you something about yourself! Good on both of them, and you! for the lesson learned. And for this wonderful story!
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Thanks – I think so many lessons in life come from unexpected places…and people. If we only stop to look at ourselves and our reactions. ❤
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Hi Pamela,
I have been an avid reader of your blog and I’m in awe of those who can write fiction.
I’ve nominated you for Outstanding Blogger Award.
I hope you can accept it and participate.
Please check my post for the nomination rules:
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Hi Ruth! I actually visited your blog before I just saw your comment. What an honor. I’m so glad you enjoy my stories. The feeling is mutual. ❤
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Dogs are such a joy in a in-your-face, extroverted way. They can teach us a thing or two about life! This was fun, Pam.:)
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Thanks – I was afraid this post was a bit too introspective, but seems like a lot of people related to it. We all need to LET GO a bit. 🙂
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That’s so true!
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Oops – I think I have become that ‘old lady’ feeding treats to other people’s dogs. I hope that all of their owners are as wise and understanding as you have become. 😀
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THIS IS WONDERFUL, Donna. And with the green coat!! Oh yes, even if the humans don’t “love” you, the dogs do. And that’s what is most important!! 🙂 ❤
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xoxoxo You are a special woman, my friend!!
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This story touched me, Pam, as I’ve felt the same in situations. We have a lab and I’m very particular about what he eats and doesn’t eat. But your story offers lessons to be learned. And I love this:
“I want to be out jumping for treats myself. I’d jump for a great book, for praise from an agent, for a hug from my children, and for a kiss from my husband.” I have a visual. 🙂
I can also relate to Henry’s gobbling up in a fraction of seconds, almost taking fingers in the gulp, because Copper does the same. We call him Copper Choppers. A flat palm is safe. Thanks for sharing and reiterating how much we can learn from animals in general. 💗🐶
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We are good “parents,” to our children and our pets, but part of good parenting is letting go sometimes. And just letting BE. 🙂 Copper Choppers – haha. Love it.
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ah…so sweet.
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Thanks for reading and enjoying. We are ALL such funny creatures! 🙂
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A lovely story – how much pleasure does that old woman get from feeding the dogs – an old woman who may be isolated and on her own at home – dogs have love to spare and breaking the rules now and then doesn’t matter 🙂
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And this woman lived alone in a tiny house for many years. I think the neighborhood dogs knew how much she valued their company. ❤
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I loved this story, and loved the message of it even more. Thank you!
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Thanks Ann. I find if I watch my mind and listen, I see so many lessons within and without! xo
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Loved the message in this 💖💖
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Thanks! Fun to visit your blog, which is not gibberish at all! 🙂
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Ohh thank you….and likewise…like your blog too 😀😀
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I truly enjoyed reading your post, especially when I love dogs. They’re precious.
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So nice to see you here! Yes, dogs teach us invaluable lessons, mainly on the importance of L O V E with no prejudice, discrimination, or attitude. Just pure love.
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Your experience resonates with me, Pam. I have found myself softening towards an elderly neighbor who does some of the “strangest” things at times. Among them, trying to “poach” workers from the jobs they’re doing at my house and get them to help her out on my dime. LOL! That’s just one example. But this year, with all the heartache and frustration, I’ve found myself reaching to be more amused than irritated. It just feels right. We’re human and we have to go through our own stages of understanding sometimes. Your approach and what you came to understand was very special. And a good reminder to us all. Thank you for sharing it.
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Oh. Dear! Poaching is a bit worse than feeding the pooch! But kudos to you for trying to understand with a tinge of amusement. During the pandemic, I’ve noticed that the elderly can be more cantankerous because they’re so lonely. Our understanding probably goes a long way to soothing. ❤
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A beautiful share of compassion and kindness Pam ❤
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Feeling your writerly hug, Debby. Thanks!
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The things we can learn from our pets… and old women who don’t stand on ceremonies 🙂
Loved this.
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I have a feeling you and I will become old women just like this. No conventionalities or ceremonies. Just be! 😍
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I believe you are right! Isn’t that grand? 🥰😍
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I love dogs ❤😭
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A great story and message well passed
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What a great turnaround, Pam. I see myself in some of these thoughts. This is excellent. Also, I’d never seen that Camus quote before – my years of studying existentialism and absurdislm are a blur!
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I found the Camus quote first, then wrote this true introspective tale .. with the tail. Fascinating to learn you studied existentialism.
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Haha not by choice but I studied it in a couple college classes – one in French which I didn’t fully understand! I like that quote a lot so going back I think I would get a lot more out of it. I was pretty silly and clueless back then!
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Weren’t we all? 😁
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Beautiful piece! So well written. And you embody the spirit of a Golden. I used to take pictures of my dearly departed Golden with a few words that I swear he would channel to me and one of my favorites was “Enthusiasm is Essential.” He loved doing the signs and took them as a very serious job of spreading his wisdom. If we could just inhabit that wisdom of dogs – living close the ground and with full hearts!
(BTW, here’s an example of Biscuit with a sign if you are curious): https://wynneleon.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/who-are-you-listening-to/
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What a wonderful mantra! Enthusiasm is essential. I’ve never met a golden who is not enthusiastic! My golden Henry is dearly departed also but I get to play with my grand goldens Charlie and Charlotte. 💜
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Such a wonderful message!💖💖
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Thank you! 😘
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You’re so welcome!!💖
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Sometimes giving is much more enjoyable than receiving
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Absolutely!
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Interesting!!! Thank you for sharing🤗
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Thank YOU for reading. Love your blog!
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Also I can learn new vocabulary smooth way from your blog 🌈
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