Posts by Joan Courtney
Aunt Edna, The Jokester
Good timing is invisible. Bad timing sticks out like a mile. —Tony Carnido Snoop here. Telling jokes was not My Strong Suit. But My Aunt Edna? She was absolutely hysterical. When She rolled out a Set Up, She did so with a Straight Face. Her Presence was twinkly-eyed. But when She delivered the Punch Line,…
Read MoreThe Olympic Wannabe
Snoop here. Have I told You I always wanted to Compete in the Olympics? Yes, indeed. I worked and developed Muscles I didn’t even know I had. I was focused. I concentrated. I was dedicated. Every day I was out Doing My Thing to move toward That Goal. Living unstuck. I tried a little practice…
Read MoreWho’s More Important?
I do not consider my dog a pet. My dog is family. —Redbubble.VikGen Snoop here. Uncle Harry and Aunt Harriet had the run of the House. (That I would be so lucky.) They dictated when Mealtime came up, for They emphatically told Her when They were Hungry. The Whimpers at the Door were Pathetically Effective…
Read MoreComforter at Large
Snoop here. My Doggy Parents had to go do Human Things and left Me in a Cushy Dog Kennel for a couple of Days. This Place was the Ritz. The food was Fantastic. The beds were Plush. The Play yard had an obstacle Course. Kind of a Challenge for Me, given My Small Stature. But…
Read MoreHalfway Up
Snoop here. I have spent time in Many Different Homes. One was a Traveling Residence with Wheels. Another was a Round House and a Garage. I could run around the Outside perimeter, and get dizzy after a While. Whoop de do! Living unstuck. But one Abode had a Spiral Staircase made of metal. It was…
Read MoreBoundless Energy
The dog is the god of frolic. —Henry Ward Beecher Snoop here. Great Cousin Rob was a Young Pup when He found His calling. Actually, it wasn’t all that hard to Do, for He was a Border Collie. Typical of His Family’s Genes, He had endless Energy, and could Romp and Play all day long.…
Read MoreBeach Time!
Snoop here. Years ago, it was Beach Time! And I so loved the Sand under My Paws. Not so much the sand between My Pads. Much to My relief, Mom would carefully rub the Granules off. I would run like a Streak, but being so Small? My Parents were always able to catch up with…
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