Posts by Joan Courtney
Invisible Friends
Duff here. I have many Friends. Some are out patrolling Their yards, barking away. I pass by with nary a Look. No need to stir up the Waters. (I do the same guard-and-protect around My Place, so I understand Their Motives.) Other Pals are on the street. We do a lot of tail wagging and…
Read MoreBarbecue and World Peace
Barbecue may not be the way to world peace, but it’s a start. —Anthony Bourdain Duff here. I love Barbecue. The sauce can be Different depending on the Chef. Mom says down South, this delectable slurpiness can be tart and vinegary. Or sweet with a Lot of brown Sugar. (That’s My Favorite!) How about a…
Read MoreThe Right Way
Duff here. Mom and I were out on Our early Morning Jaunt. We were roaming through a Meadow, filled with cactus and junipers. Some poplar and Oak trees too. Being eight inches off the ground, My perspective is different from Mom’s. Sometimes I catch a Flash of a Squirrel. Another time? A chipmunk was sitting…
Read MoreAnesthesia and Me
Duff here. A bit ago, I had My Teeth cleaned. What lead up to This: A Friend of Mine leaned down to Talk to Me, and She found I had Dragon breath. Ewww. We found Someone who would work on Me. (I am such a delicate flower.) And hooked Up with a marvelous Veterinarian. We…
Read MoreA Cowboy’s Words to Live By
Duff here. Once, I had the good Fortune to meet Ronnie Braswell. He didn’t allow Canines in His real estate office. But on a sneak visit with His Office Manager, there I was, caught in the Act. We met and greeted, and He agreed that for a Very Small Canine? I was tolerable. That made…
Read MoreTaking a Pill
Duff here. Recently, I had to take a series of Pills to boost My Constitution. For Some Folks, this is no big Deal. I watch Mom dole out her Vitamins for the next Day. She also takes some in the Evening, just on general principles. Such a wad of Stuff to swallow! She drinks water…
Read MoreStalled on the Freeway of Life?
Foggy brain? Tired all the time? Coming out of the past year reminds me of driving my MGB Roadster. It was British racing green, had shiny spoke wheels, with peculiarities typical of an MG. One particular trait: when it was warmed up, it would cut out for no reason. I would be flying down the…
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