My Christmas Wishes for You
Duff here. You are Special to Me, Gentle Reader. As such, I want to send Red-Letter Christmas Greetings Your Way. May You pause and enjoy the Little Things that make Life worthwhile. May You treasure Your Friends and Family. (I do.) May You find Time for Luxurious Naps. (Highly recommended.) May lasting Peace and Contentment…
Read MoreThen Sing Some More
The only thing better than singing is more singing. Ella Fitzgerald Duff here. Ms. Fitzgerald was the Grande Dame of Jazz, so She should know what She was Talkin’ about. My, She had such a pure Voice. The best Scat Singer going. Right now, Mom is listening to Her sing Have Yourself a Merry Little…
Read MoreMom Thinks I’m Getting Old
Duff again. The other day, I was Revving Up to jump into the Car. After measuring the Distance in My Precise manner, I took a Running Leap. And missed the Edge of the Driver’s side Entrance. As I tumbled to the Ground, I could see Mom already moving rapidly toward Me, concerned I hurt Myself.…
Read MoreYour Very Own Merry Little Christmas
Close your eyes and picture the perfect Christmas. The smell of fresh baking filling the house. The tree glistening with sparkling lights, fire crackling as everyone gathers to sing carols. The warmth of the season is within you. Ah, the joy of Christmas. December starts with these high expectations, but all-too-often the quest for this…
Read MoreToo Many People Grow Up
That’s the real trouble with the world; too many people grow up. —Walt Disney Duff here. I think Mr. Disney had it exactly Right. Mom calls Me her Puppy, and quite often people think She has found another Whippersnapper of a Companion. (As if That would happen . . .) But even though I am…
Read MoreMom’s Cold. Time for More Bedding.
Duff here. The thermometer registered 12 degrees when Mom returned from Her early morning Walk the Other Day. We go out earlier for My Constitutional, but that Sashay is relatively brief. Her walk Lasts about an Hour. And She was Very cold when She came back through the Door. I was Content, but apparently felt…
Read MoreThe Past: A Place of Reference or Place of Residence?
The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence. —Unknown Duff here. My past has been full of Eventful Deeds. I began as a Puppy, with all that entailed. So much to learn! How to Sit. Standing very Still for Mom to get my Harness hooked Up. How to Heel. When to…
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