Posts by Joan Courtney
Remember to Turn on the Light
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. —Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban Duff here. Both Mom and I are fond of the Harry Potter Stories. Many Thrilling adventures with Friends and Allies against such formidable Opponents. Those young Folks sure took…
Read MoreMischief
Duff here. I tend toward Mischievousness every now and again. Now, Mom takes Good Care of Me. And that includes Vitamins and other Supplements. One gem is a Hard tablet, which My Tummy could not Tolerate in Volume. Next step? Mom carefully whacked The Offending Pill into quarters. Smaller portions for Little Dogs that are…
Read MoreStubborn You
You need a stubborn belief in an idea in order to see it realized. —James Dyson Duff here. Mom and I have a Difference of Opinion at times when it Comes to Stopping during a Walk. I am lower to the ground than She is, well equipped with a Magnificent Nose that can pick up…
Read MoreSmooth Sailing and Eddies
As I go on my morning walk, I pass a ditch. Small trees and shrubs line its path. Weeds and flowers are abundant. Sometimes it is filled with water to the brim, hustling along to a large culvert at the end of the road. It burbles and bubbles as it travels, paying no mind to…
Read MoreCaution
Duff here. This Morning, I came across some Bear Droppings on the road. Being a Canine, I checked it out. Thoroughly. Round little Berries and other Items I could not identify were all in this Compact Mound. The scent was Intriguing, The Form unusual for My Species. I was Curious, to say the least, but…
Read MorePaving Another Way
If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one. —Dolly Parton Duff here. I played a fast One on Mom today. We were on the Move to meet a Good Friend at a local Eatery. During Summer when the Weather is Warm, Mom has a Choice. She lets Me do My Number.…
Read MoreGetting My Own Way
Duff here. I was reflecting on How I Get My Own Way. It began when I was a Puppy. I was Cute and cuddly, but Fiercely independent at the same Time. My Fur was so dense My Mom thought I was going blind for a time. I kept bumping into Walls until We got that…
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