In our house the animals rule…and they are all seniors.
She’s ever so ‘portant.
The A.A. Milne poem, Lines and Squares, with which Becky of Winchester announced this challenge came to mind when I saw this photo of my niece walking Asta beside our neighbor’s fence…carefully walking in the squares.
Bren, at Ryan Photography, posted a low tide picture for her Mid-week Monochrome. It got me wondering what the photo I posted for Wordless Wednesday would look like in monochrome.
For Wordless Wednesday
It’s been a long time since we had a puppy in the family. Boy is she fast!…and fearless.
I wish I had that much energy.
Posted for Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Movement.
We could identify the real boss by his attitude and swagger. He went from table to table checking in with every customer and visiting, like every good restaurant proprietor I’ve known. So I dubbed him (Chinese style) “The Proprietor XiaoGou”. Xiao Gou means “little dog”.
On my recent visit to Shouguang (Weifang Prefecture, Shandong Province, China) a near-by coffee shop run by an old guy and his tiny, but plump, little dog was a favorite place for me to get my morning eye-opener and check in with the folks back home. The tip of the crutch gives you a good idea of how small the dog is.
Daily Post Prompt:Identity.
For Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Animals this week, I’ve been playing with some of the Black & White Filter Presets in Adobe Lightroom using a couple of pictures taken at Hurricane Ridge (Olympic National Park in Washington State) last summer.
And a couple of dears:
…and my half sister Sam (we have different mothers!)
The captions (you can see them by hovering over the picture) say which preset was used. I included the originals so one can see how the filter works with the original colors.
Happy holidays, whatever flavor you prefer and a Merry Midwinter!
“Come down. I just want to play!” says Ginger to the squirrel.
It’s not my fault you have to go. You are not my dog; I don’t have a dog; I don’t even want a dog…but I will miss you. It has been fun having you with me: taking walks and chasing squirrels and wagging our tails together (it’s good for our waistlines).
It is hard to say goodbye.
Knowing that you, in your youthful exuberance, are a danger to her doesn’t help. Aging is hard, and watching it happen is just as hard.
I wish you weren’t going back to that. To someone who keeps a cane on the door to threaten you, because you get so excited and happy when she comes in that it scares her, who threatens you with a fly swatter when you want to play, and who yells at you for barking at things she can no longer hear. It makes me sad to see her that way.
And the sorrow about her makes it that much harder to say goodbye to you.
You are not my dog; I don’t have a dog; I don’t even want a dog. No, I don’t want to take you away from anyone…but I will miss you.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”