The pointers, the weenie and I are just back from a morning cavort. I took this picture before Farley ran off, all the way down the river and beyond. Eventually, he came back to me with a deceased marmot in his mouth.
Um.
Good boy?
But baby man-dog, we can’t eat this for dinner…
In the future, can you just stick to birds?
He’s guilty of mammalian homicide.
It’s so hard to keep these dogs exercised. They go out of their minds with hunting drive and
cosmically-humming-giant-dwarf-exploding-star-energy
like you’ve never seen in a dog before. When people see me running with them, they stop moving and let me pass. We deconstruct the pillars of the earth and then raise them up again, before we tear them down once more. I have to behave bigger than I am to keep all these dogs in line.
I’m alpha around these parts.
Woof.
I’m feeling so light and fluffy today.
On Sunday, while at church, I realized I’m the girl I always dreamed of being. I sat down and my hair got caught between my back and the pew in an uncomfortable yonking fashion. I had to reach behind my neck with both hands and flip it in a blond cascade over the back of my seat. I always envied the girls who had hair long enough to drape over a church pew.
Now, I am that girl.
It’s so beautiful here!
I always say that.
But summer is strumming my heart strings
and there’s a thrum I leave behind on everything I touch.
My life print is glowing in a wash of amber and teal.
There’s a bit of unfurling clematis in everything I see.
I think I’m just a wild vine
shooting for cloud studded blue.
Someone, come braid my soul before
it tangles itself into knots in this breeze.
Yes.