Posts by Joan Courtney
Happy Labor Day!
Dear Gentle Reader, Wishing you a Happy Labor Day! Today’s the Day We celebrate Work… by not Working. Is that Nonsensical or What? But I’m always ready for a Celebration. Count Me in! Living unstuck. Give Yourself the Day off. Shut down the Computer, cell phone, and electronic Devices. Then hunt up Some Friends and…
Read MoreComforting a Friend
I can’t promise to fix all your problems but I can promise you won’t have to face them alone. —Hannah Van Kampen, Pinterest Duff here. Recently, I went to Doggy Day Camp and had a wonderful time. I kept Lori busy, for I wanted to play Outside. All the Time. She let Me into Her…
Read MoreMy Finicky Tastes
Duff here. I have a particular Yen for well Flavored Foods. They have to be well Prepared, and seasoned just Right to My Gourmet palate. I love certain Things, for They agree with My Tummy. After an Exquisite meal, I roll over on My back to allow space for My Belly to rumble about and…
Read MoreEveryday Rituals
There is a certain comfort in everyday rituals. I treasure my many familiar little routines that begin the day. The first one begins as I wake and stretch in bed, and become aware of my attitude. If it’s less than the best, I work on changing that mindset before I even get up. As the…
Read MoreWalking the Dog
Allow your dog to take you for a walk every day. It’s good for the body and good for the soul. —Eckhart Tolle Duff here. Often, I take Mom for a Walk. She can get Overly involved with projects. Or computers. Or Football Games. (Yup, it’s that time of the Year again.) I stand in…
Read MoreBuilding Character
Duff here. Mom often comments on My Work to Build Character. I carefully watch to see that I do What I have been Trained to do. You know the Drill. I follow Her to the Car when We go to Work. I let Her know when I need to go Outside for Whatever Reason. Sometimes,…
Read MoreYoga for Dogs
Yoga, because adulting is hard. —redbubble.com Duff here. Mom was watching Me stretch the Other Day. I have been a Champ at this since I was a Puppy. I would curl up in a Ball, breathing slowly and Methodically. I would twist and Turn as I scrubbed My Back in the Grass. I would chase…
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