Posts by Joan Courtney
Life Balance
Dorothy never said, “There’s no place like office.” Make sure you enjoy a good work/life/cuddle/chill balance. —Karen Slamansohn Duff here. I think most everyone knows Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. She had the most Interesting Adventures, and even made Friends along the Way. The Tin Man. The Scarecrow. The Cowardly Lion. All were Her…
Read MoreHalloween Frights
Duff here. It’s Halloween Night. This Holiday has been celebrated for over a week, so I think it’s a Big Deal. My little Friends can hardly contain Themselves. I get into the Festive mood too, romping and Playing. Once Mom put a Big Bow on My collar in honor of The Day. I kept seeing…
Read MoreWhere Do Sandwiches Live?
I’m glad I don’t have to hunt down my own food. I don’t even know where sandwiches live. —coolfunnyquotes.com Duff here. The other night, Mom created a Delicious Meal for Me. Yes, it’s the Same food She usually prepares. But It was Special this time. First She cooked up My Chicken. At the same time,…
Read MoreThe Complicated Lives of Dogs
Duff here. I watch Mom create Schedules out of Thin Air. One day, We’re relaxing. Lazing about. Enjoying the Day. But the Next Day? She picks up steam and is On a Roll! Grocery shopping for just the right Treats. Picking up fresh water for Me. Selecting sweets for Hallowe’en. (No tricks are allowed in…
Read MoreWhat Will You Have to Give Up?
Mother Nature is showing me what it looks like to let go. Watch the trees who know how to make it through the long haul of winter. The flowers that flourished during the summer. They know spring doesn’t come without winter. That cold season isn’t survivable without letting go. For me, autumn is a good…
Read MorePie As a Food Group
Autumn. A time when pie is a food group and living in sweatpants is acceptable. —Pinterest Duff here. Pie as a Food Group? I’m all in! So far, Mom has limited My edible selections to specialized Dog Food and a Meat. It might be part of a Leftover pork Chop. Or Chicken. Or . .…
Read MoreReady for a Change
Duff here. Every night, Mom tucks Me into My Carrier where I can be safe from the World. When there are Thunderstorms or just when the World seems a bit Wonky? It’s the perfect place to be. She gently places Me inside, murmuring Sweet Nothings. “You’re a good boy, Duff.” “Sweet dreams.” Even, “I hope…
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