Posts by Joan Courtney
Weathering the Storm
I’m gonna hunker down like a jack rabbit in a dust storm. —Lyndon. B. Johnson Duff here. Late last month, the breeze was Soft and Mellow. Just right for adventuring. And exploring. And sniffing out all Sorts of Things. The meadow next to My home was beckoning and I couldn’t Resist. I spent a lot…
Read MoreA Surprise Visitor
Duff here. I was coming into Our Place from the Outside when a Surprise Visitor slid in behind Me. Why, it was Louie the Lizard! All 10 inches of Him, complete with a lovely Tail. He was tan and Gold in a diamond-like Pattern. We are Welcoming People, and wanted to greet Him properly, so…
Read MoreAutumn Season
It’s the first day of autumn! A time of hot chocolatey mornings, and toasty marshmallow evenings, and, best of all, leaping into leaves! —Winnie The Pooh, Pooh’s Grand Adventure Duff here. Fall, My absolute Most favorite time of year, is here! My Friend, Pooh Bear, speaks of Hot Chocolate (Mom says that a no-no for…
Read MoreMy Perfect Timing
Duff here. Mom and I have a Night Time Schedule. First, My Preliminary Constitutional. Then She tucks Me in, wishing Me Sweet Dreams and telling me She loves Me. Then it’s Her turn. She Sheds Her Clothes, and showers. After brushing Her Teeth, She climbs into Bed. She reads for 10-15 minutes. (If it’s a…
Read MoreFive Tips to Be Your Creative Self!
As I stepped out the door of my place yesterday, I was delighted to find authentic urban art. Creativity at its best! The kids close by discovered this shady spot from the heat, and decided to make some chalk drawings. One little girl was quite proud she could write the number 2, which is her…
Read MoreA Brave Pup
Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing. —Emma Donoghue Especially during thunderstorms . . . —The Duff Duff here. Mom is an expert at Temperature Control. Her Minion Friend has it right, and She follows the Script exactly. The Foot comes out when She’s too Warm. Then back in when She Cools…
Read MoreLoving Touches
Duff here. Auntie Pookie loved to be Petted. And fussed over. And Kissed. And Loved on. She was a Pro at garnering Attention, even down to the Pathetic Look at the End. She had so mastered that last Technique that It usually resulted in More Petting. Perhaps even a Snackerel! Living unstuck. I have taught…
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