Joy
Too 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 MoreThe Season Has Begun
Duff here. Mom stepped out of the car at the Post office. And stopped Short. There was Santa’s Workshop. And all those twinkly colored Lights! Christmas is here. The Season has begun. I hopped out of our Car (just to Please Her), and She hooked Me up to My Leash. Off We went to enjoy…
Read MoreThe Big White Truck
Now there was a day when another Large White Truck pulled up and stopped in the middle of the street. I didn’t realize at the time: the driver was from a utility company, checking the meters. He left his truck door open. I ran as fast as I could to meet and greet. And jumped…
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…
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