Courage
The Barking Mouse
Duff here. I had quite the Adventure the other Evening. Mom and I had finished up the Day. I ventured out in front of the Office Door, as She locked up. Lo and behold! I spied a magnificent German Shepherd being walked by His Master. For a moment, I admired His Gait and Regal Bearing.…
Read MoreI Detest Puddles
Duff here. Once again, We are in Monsoon Season. So many are pleased and delighted with the Rain. Sometimes It comes down gently, while at other times deluging as a Torrent. I have issues with Thunder and Lightning, for I’m convinced Something is out to Get Me. (I just know it.) I slide over in…
Read MoreBeing Brave
Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing. —Emma Donoghue, Room Duff here. There’s something about Loud Noises and Flashes of Light. Thunderstorms are back in full Force here on the Mountain. And it’s not My Favorite Occasion. I can feel the roll of Sound before It starts to Boom. And I follow…
Read MoreCourage
Duff here. You know from My Previous Post that Mom stitched up some Face Masks. (And We are all grateful that learning Curve is past.) But You don’t know The rest of the Story. And I will share that With You, Loyal Reader. She tried on the Covering, then Turned around to show Me Her…
Read MoreMy Nemesis: The Smoke Alarm
Duff here. A while ago, Mom and I were having a peaceful morning. The Sun was shining. Birds were singing. A gentle Breeze was wafting in the trees. When suddenly: the Smoke Alarm erupted with that Abysmal Sound. You know: the Dratted Chirp, Chirp. And those high Pitched Tones? Hurt My delicate ears. Not unstuck…
Read MoreThose Scary Dark Roads
Hello! Duff here. It’s That Time of Year. When Whoever is in Charge decides to Slow Down the Sun and Delay the Break of Dawn. This makes the Outside Areas Dark. That’s right. Pitch Black. Now, Mom and I have a particular Route We take every Morning. Some might call this Circuit a Rut, but…
Read MoreLion Dog
It’s better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life. —Elizabeth Kenny Duff here. At times, my Mom says I become a Lion Dog. I move through the Brush, on the prowl for Whatever Suits my Fancy. At times, It is a brightly colored Wrapper. Or perhaps, I stop in…
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