Sometimes I forget things. I do the best I can. About a month ago, I forgot to wash a container for my lunch: Then today, I forgot to put silverware in my lunch bag: I was really downtrodden until the obvious solution presented itself. (What? You noticed that my lunch a month ago and today…
Category: Peanut
Meeting the Neighbors
Morning dog walks are usually the time that I use to wake up. I stumble out of bed, throw on something semi-decent, and let Peanut drag me out the door for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood. I eventually find myself awake and ready to face the day. It’s a happy routine. The “something semi-decent”…
Things That Don’t Deserve an Entire Post
1. Peanut and I had some mutually irritated moments this morning, but all’s well that ends well. He tried to wake me up by walking on my back at 6:30, then again around 7. After a few exasperated sighs when I didn’t budge, he decided that starting his morning nap half an hour early wouldn’t…
Squirrel!
Okay, I’ve been processing my pastor’s sermon from yesterday, and I can’t get my thoughts straight enough for public consumption. To make up for that, I’ll do something for you that never fails to make my dog happy. Peanut tends to know when there’s a squirrel within a four-block radius, but he occasionally misses one. …
A Drizzly Dog Walk and the Case of the Lone Tennis Ball
It’s still rainy.* On our morning walk today, Peanut and I made futile attempts to stay dry. My tactic was to wear a raincoat, his was to walk on the sidewalk to avoid rubbing his belly through wet grass. He lasted about 5 seconds before something in the grass smelled irresistible. Anyway, we were walking…
The Little Things
As I’ve previously mentioned, my goal for 2009 was to finish a book a week. I succeeded, then fell into a giant heap on the floor come January 1, 2010. Those last few weeks involved more panic-induced reading than desirable, so this year’s goal was to read less and enjoy more. The problem with that…
Habits
I wouldn’t say that my dog has bad habits exactly. He just has habits that are sometimes not good. The habit in question involves bringing one or two of my shoes from wherever they were placed onto the couch. When they’re slippers, tennis shoes, flip flops or anything like that, he just snuggles up next…
Small, but valuable. 