Hypnotherapy
Season of Opposites
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe of slush. —Doug Larson Duff here. Early Spring is a season of Opposites. Some days of Balmy Weather arrive, with the Promise of New Growth and Green Shoots on Trees. Mom abandons Her coat and life is good as We go for longer Walks.…
Read MoreHappy New Year
Duff here. Mom and I wish You the Most Unstuck new Year imaginable. Here are a Few suggestions to make This possible: Delight in simple things Explore everything Enjoy the view Do what makes You happy Greet everyone with enthusiasm Luxuriate in naps Savor the good things Be loyal Live in the moment Love life…
Read MoreWhisper Your Problems Out
Sometimes when I get mad I go to my room and whisper bad words. —Buzz Feed, Teachers’ student sayings: anonymous 5-year-old Duff here. Mom and I heard: Most people can handle Their Families for four Hours on a Holiday. Then They need a Break. Old grudges return. Sibling rivalry is at its best. Squabbles erupt.…
Read MoreSimple Pleasures Wonderful Memories
Life brings simple pleasures every day. It’s up to us to make them wonderful memories. —Bill Bryson Duff here. Simple pleasures are a Delight. Mine begin when I wake, for I am grateful to see Another Sunrise. I love the part of my Morning Routine where I stretch and rub My Muzzle in a Soft…
Read MorePerspectives
Duff here. I was considering Perspectives. You already know I am a very Small Dog. My View Point of Humans is from the Ankle Down. Eight inches off the ground. I love Shoes (They have such interesting Scents) and ankles (Socks have Their own appeal.) Often The Individual will tell Me they have a Canine,…
Read MoreMischief
Duff here. I tend toward Mischievousness every now and again. Now, Mom takes Good Care of Me. And that includes Vitamins and other Supplements. One gem is a Hard tablet, which My Tummy could not Tolerate in Volume. Next step? Mom carefully whacked The Offending Pill into quarters. Smaller portions for Little Dogs that are…
Read MoreSmooth Sailing and Eddies
As I go on my morning walk, I pass a ditch. Small trees and shrubs line its path. Weeds and flowers are abundant. Sometimes it is filled with water to the brim, hustling along to a large culvert at the end of the road. It burbles and bubbles as it travels, paying no mind to…
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