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It’s not about the bees…

It’s not about the flowers either.  It’s about the dogs.  About how living alone, but with dogs, isn’t really living alone alone at all.  You talk to them, or I did anyhow.  And because of them you go out for a walk and find things like a cactus covered in gorgeous white flowers.  And you wonder how it is that you only just noticed them now that you are interested in photography, because you also walked the same route with the dogs for years before that was true.  Walking them also led to fun exchanges with people on the street, like the guy in the convertible who stopped to say, “I didn’t think you were allowed to have livestock in Spring Hill.”  He was referring to the fact that these dogs weren’t the daintiest of God’s creatures, all 250 pounds of them.  And then there’s the breathing.  They were out of the house for a month after my husband died, my son having taken them over while Charley was in the hospital.  I kept the house dark and quiet during that time.  It wasn’t a choice, I needed the solitude.  I don’t know how long that would have lasted if not for the dogs.  When I did bring them home to my quiet house I found myself listening to them breathe.  It was as if the house had come back to life, the house was breathing, and maybe I also took a breath.

I probably wasn’t trying to hold two leashes while I took these pictures with my iPhone 7+.  I used to drop the leashes and step on them if I could, but if not I’d let them go because they waited patiently for me to finish.  Nope, I wasn’t ever alone when they were part of my life.  I miss them.

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Gentleman callers…

I saw him across the street, loitering on my uncle’s front patio.  In my half-awake daze I said to myself, “Wow, that statue looks real.”  And then he ruffled his feathers.  So I went over with my camera, I knew from previous encounters that he wasn’t camera shy.  And I had recently wondered how come I hadn’t seen him lately, I wished a photo op would just deliver itself to me for a change.  After taking my pictures I headed back to my house thinking I’d let him get on with whatever Woodstock things he had to do, but he followed me home.  And he was still out there when I went out with soup to bring over to have for dinner with my aunt.  He looked pretty excited to see me carrying a big pot.  The neighbors were laughing as he followed me.  I love being able to take pictures so easily, but it makes me sad that this guy spent so much of his day hoping for a handout instead of fending for himself.12-15gentlemancaller12-15gentlemancaller212-15gentlemancaller3

And this is my Grand-dragon Krunch.  Somehow these two seem to have something in common in the looks department.  I have babysat her eggs in the past, and had them hatch on my watch.  Now that was an event, and those tiny little creatures were comical little things.  But I admire Krunch and her partner Kona from afar these days.  That suits me just fine.

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She was directly under the glow of her yellow warming light and if there is a way to clear up the color I’m not inspired enough to try to figure it out.

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I’ve gone to the… cats!

We always had pets when my kids were growing up.  The most at one time was three cats and two dogs.  (I think my mother thought we were nuts.)  I can’t remember where the parakeet and/or the Siberian hamster fit into the animal timeline.  So it shouldn’t surprise me that my daughter’s household is teeming with pets.

Like Scooter, shown above.  He keeps a low profile and you would hardly know he is there.  But very lovable.  He and Lucy, are a bit of a matched set, wouldn’t you say?  She it a mini-Labradoodle, and very lovable.  She even slept with me last night.  Maybe she was just being a good watchdog and keeping an eye on me.9-23lovelyLucyAnd then there is Georgie, who, despite the fact that he only has his two lower fangs, and he was de-clawed (except for one claw) when they rescued him, is quite the hunter.  He loves to toy with his catches also, which he brings home regularly.  I’d  hate to think what he’d bring home if he had all of his equipment.9-23Georgie

But I had forgotten how much fun it can be to try to get work done on the computer with a cat like Henry around.  I had my laptop, my iPad, my old, damaged phone, and my new iPhone out on the little table while the two phones transferred data with no help from me whatsoever.  Henry tried to be helpful, or possibly not so helpful, but he didn’t seem to cause any issues either.  He is the kitty you can count on to be right in the thick of things, when he isn’t playing hide and seek in the cupboards and drawers, and needing to be extricated.  I don’t see pets in my future, especially not while I’m wandering the county, but I can visit my kids if I feel the need to pet something.  9-23helpfulHenry9-23Henryinthecabinet29-23Henryinthecabinet

My son’s menagerie includes two dogs, and two bearded dragons.  I drew the line on pets when he was little.  All pets in my house had to be furry, and even though it may have qualified I said no to the ferret also.  He’s making up for that now.