Posts by Joan Courtney
Loving the Baby
Don’t let anyone dim your light. You were born to shine. —BrooklynChaseDesign Lil’ Toot here. I love Babies. All ages, all sizes – They are precious to Me. The first Baby I ever saw? I was astonished. She was in an open Carrier, placed on the Ground where I could see Her. (My Carriers are…
Read MoreConversations
Lil’ Toot here. Summertime is around the Corner. I have been happily surprised at People’s comments about “having the time to talk now.” Comments of a 14-year-old girl saying She could actually Talk with Her Mom. No phones. No TV. Just talk. Or the husband and Wife who got out a Jigsaw Puzzle, and remembered…
Read MoreMistaken Identity
Well, apparently rock bottom has a basement. —Yx-Zone Tee Shirt Lil’ Toot here. While on My meanderings with Mom this morning, We came across a Feline. This Cat was Bigger than I am. Being a Curious Pup, I trotted over to Meet and Greet with My new Friend. I assume Everyone is a Friend. Well,…
Read MoreReading the Paper
Duff here. Mom likes to read the Paper. Often, She is quiet, Considering all She has absorbed. Sometimes She explains situations to Me, going into Great Detail. I listen carefully and Keep up. There are times when She is calm, saying, “Oh, that’s nice,” when reading a heartwarming story. But other times She gets quite…
Read MoreThe Everlasting Toy
The best toys don’t come with instructions. —Ayah Bdier, founder of littleBits Li’ Toot here. I’m grateful for My Many Toys gifted over the years, and have played with Them Non Stop. I pounce on Them. Drag Them about. Shake Them. Some, like Socks and shoelaces, have multiple uses. Yay! Others, I have gutted. I…
Read MoreNational Noise Day
My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud. —Henry Rollins I hear chips and salsa! Lil’ Toot here. Last week was National Noise Day. How do I know? I heard it on the Radio. They played sounds to a listener in a Competition to honor the day. And I knew Them all! First was the…
Read MoreThe Magic Word
Lil’ Toot here. I don’t believe I’ve told You about My Uncle Rolf. He was a Tender-hearted Canine. And quite Powerful and Strong. Like all Dogs, He would follow His Master everywhere to help clean up Dropped Food, and slurp up spilled Coffee. He was a Pro in each and Every way. Living unstuck. Rolf’s…
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