by Dave Williams
Cora won’t sit still for a selfie. She’s whining insistently as she does every day. God only knows why. It sounds like whining to me, anyway. It’s probably just how she talks. She talks a lot.
After CarolAnn goes off to work my mornings in the early days of retirement feel a bit like I’m running a preschool. Besides the cat, there are my other two girls, Amelia and Cricket II, our precious Yorkies. Precious, they are, but Yorkies are yappers.
Whining and yapping: It’s another noisy, busy morning here at Dave’s Daycare.
Amelia has a bed on a footstool next to me. She can see out the window from there, but her view is limited. A little while ago her ears perked up and she jumped to the back of my chair to get a better view of whatever had caught her attention. She started barking. Cricket, lying on the floor next to Mommy’s chair, started yapping just because her big sister was, though both settled down quickly.
Cricket and I never figured it out. Amelia probably just saw a bird or a squirrel.
Spring comes early to North Texas. A mockingbird is singing its entire repertoire. It’s the state bird and I love its joyous medley.
Amelia is scared by thunder. This morning in the dark she had to join Mom in bed for comfort but she’s next to me and quiet now.
The rain has just ended. The skies are clearing and the mockingbird sings to us.
The dogs want out. Excuse me while I play doorman and follow them.
Regardless of our inability to understand their side of a conversation, they do bring great joy to our lives
I believe animals are given to our care so that we might learn patience and to love ourselves and each other. Thanks, Bruce!
My curly red Jasper dog wakes me at 5:00 to let him out back for a moment. Then he suffers my return to the warm bed for another hour and a half, licking my hand and cheek at 6:30 asking for a walk. I pull on my shoes, put bags in my pockets, click him into his leash, and we tour the neighborhood watching the sun come up. A small flock of geese fly so low overhead we want to duck our heads; they honk to each other out of rhythm in their loop away from the river and back to the river. When I’m at the computer (like now), he sleeps in a circle at my feet for awhile, then he fetches the ball for some exercise. He has no idea how much he helps me by encouraging me to walk and to play. Sometimes I think about the freedom that would come from ditching this dog and cat. Truly I’m grateful every day for their company. I’m glad you have those fussy yorkies. I think my favorite picture you posted was of the little one who would sit out back in the sunshine and watch the clouds and birds, all thoughtful-like. Such a tender soul.
I don’t know who you are but I’m fine with that. You write beautifully and your mind works very much like mind in the early part of each day. Life is lovely, isn’t it? Thanks for reading and responding.