I Love to Play
Duff again. You know, playing is a great pastime. When I enter this arena, the world’s my playground. And what I do is spontaneous. Mom is easily amused so I have a ready audience. Every now and again, I decide it’s time to run as fast as I can. “Run, run as fast as you…
Read MoreRotisserie Chicken is the Best!
Duff here. You already know: I am a full-fledged dog. That being said, I truly enjoy my food. I patiently wait on the outside boundary of the kitchen (that’s a story for another time) and can smell the delectables put in my bowl. First, there’s some dry dog food. But then the treat is placed…
Read MoreOn Goof Ups
When you foul up . . . don’t turn goof ups into give ups. —Anonymous Duff’s Thought for the Day Duff here. Have you ever made a gaffe? I mean, something so horrendous you wish you could crawl in a hole and disappear? I did that last week. Every spring, I have this yearning to…
Read MoreThe Joy of Different Perspecitives
Duff here. I love to ride in my car. Notice it’s my car. My mom is simply a chauffeur. A good one, but just someone to ferry me around. And that’s as it should be. I like to cruise from the front seat to the back, from one side of the car to the other.…
Read MoreJoyful Greetings
When somebody walks through the door, even if it’s five times a day, you should go totally insane with joy. —Super Soul Sunday Duff again. The other day, I was considering the way I greet people. If I am at the office, my mom tries to have me on her lap. The reason? I am…
Read MoreThe Disappearing Squirrels
Duff here. And I have been in a conundrum all of my life. That’s right. Ever since I was a puppy, this situation has been occurring. Perhaps you can help me with this, for my mom goes into hysterics when it comes up and can’t explain for all her laughter. It goes like this: the…
Read MoreIt’s Not Your Door
Duff’s Thought for the Day If it doesn’t open, it’s not your door. —Daily Health Post Duff here. I was considering this thought the other day. I am at a definite disadvantage when it comes to opening doors. (Mom says I’m height impaired, for I am a Very Small Dog). But when a door opens,…
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