Monday, April 26, 2010

Have you gone home yet?

Dear Peaches,

I hope you're doing OK.

It tore my heart out to leave you at Calgary North Animal Hospital.

I don't know your real name. But I'm calling you Peaches because of your sweet demeanour.

You trusted me and I knew you were scared when the vet put that leash on you. I knew you were terrified as she led you into that room away from me.

I knew you would spend the night alone in a cage.

And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, lost and alone.

I know you are loved even though I found you wandering in the park with no collar, tags or tattoo.

You easily loved back, huddling into my arms when I scooped you off the ground. You found your spot in the back of my truck and nestled into the blanket, close to Shep but not so close to get trampled by the big galoot.

I didn't want to take you to the city facilities, knowing the fate which may befall you if your owners don't come looking for you.

But you're blind from glaucoma and Dana says you may have Cushing's disease.

Your medical conditions are more than I can handle right now. You need attention and care, more than I can give.

I checked the 'yes' box next to 'willing to adopt' but if the city calls, I'm afraid I have to say no.

And I'm so sorry for that.

Because no puppy deserves to be alone.

Especially one as full of love as you.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Hittin' the trails

When life is out of whack, there's a world where peace exists.

It's out of the city, lost in the middle of nowhere.

Five or six balls, all getting juggled at the same time, got too much to handle, so Shep and I jumped in the truck and headed for the woods.

Cooler air strikes the lungs, the brain and the heart ... the mind quiets and hears only the rustling of the wind in the trees.

And balance returns.

By then, I start to notice the absolute glee Shep gets from running unleashed, sniffing here, jumping there ...

Then the smile doesn't only return to my face. It returns to my heart.

Friday, April 9, 2010

I get by ...

Somebody just asked me on Formspring 'what would you do if I sang out tune?'

Everybody knows the words to this one, right?

Ladies and gentlemen, four of the nicest young men we've ever had on this stage ...

Oh and my answer? I would NOT stand up and walk out on you.

Thirty and flirty and thriving

Watching 13 Going on 30 on The Women's Network.

Yeah, total chick flick.

With an AWESOME soundtrack, including two ... not one ... TWO Belinda Carlisle singles.

OK, so Head Over Heels is a Go-Gos song but totally same thing.

And since we've already featured Ice Ice Baby on this blog, we'll call the best song on the soundtrack Burning Down the House by The Talking Heads.

Cool babies, strange but not a stranger ...

Know anyone like that?

The great thing about MP3 players

You can go all the way back to the beginning of a song with one touch.

Remember when we had tape players? We had to keep pushing rewind, fast forward, rewind, fast forward ... just to find that sweet beginning.

After, of course, we had screwed up lyrics while singing along and wanted to start all over again.

I do it all the time. One touch, back to the beginning ... I do it over and over and over again until I get that one line perfect.

Perfect for my legions of fans listening while I'm cruising down the highway in my truck. Legions of fans being ... well ... my dog.

Here's one of the several songs I've never been able to get perfect until the fourth or fifth try. I always stumble of 'Napoleon and Josephine.'