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| Watching Mom |
I
take a few…..hundred pictures of my animals, I know. Because the dogs live in
the house with me, and, truthfully, right next to me as much as they can
arrange, pictures of them jump onto my phone even more than the horse, no
matter how much they try to hide.
But,
the pictures I miss cause me great regret. I can click 25 cute or beautiful
pictures of dogs smiling, running, catching balls, jumping…..and miss that one great picture that should surely
grace the front of a calendar, if I ever sent them in for consideration. Even
more, that one picture should be printed and slapped on my fridge or in a frame
to grace the wall with the portraits of other (or same) dogs watching me and
other (or same) dogs—and Henry the cat—as we live our days.
The
other evening I watched a program on the kindle fire on the couch. That goes
along the lines of eating dinner or breathing—nothing new. Whisper ambled over,
looking towards me with his beautiful eyes, outlined in black in his white
face, his mouth split with his happy smile. “How about a love-rub?” I sighed. I
adore this dog, but his needy side does cause me to, sometimes, tell him to “Settle!”
which then makes me feel guilty, causing me to call him over and rub him,
which, of course, reinforces the unwanted behavior. No wonder he gets confused.
To short-circuit the process, I just started rubbing him. He sighed and l-e-a-n-e-d into the couch,
half closing his eyes in bliss, and I smiled myself, feeling my blood pressure drop.
That’s
what dogs are for, of course.
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| River Watches Whisper |
River,
seeing—sensing?—good things from the other side of the room, pasted a smile on
his own face and walked over. He and Whisper are of a size. He couldn’t get to
me, but, just as well, he could get to Whisper, and, gently, he placed his
pretty head on Whisper’s back, lifting his big brown eyes at me, happy in his place, sharing in everyone’s good
will and contentment.
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| Happy Whisper |
I’d
have given anything to have my camera…..that picture of a sweet, content,
non-anxious Whisper, a happy, sharing River, resting his handsome head on Whisper’s back, both of them standing as close to me as they could get
because, of course, I am the source of serenity for both, with Whisper a big
plus for River.
It
didn’t last long. In just a moment Whisper shrugged River’s head away: “Hey, whatcha doin’ there?” But what a
picture it would have made! Ah, for just
such moments do pictures shine; they make pretty good memories, too.
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| River |
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