World According to Duff
Mom is Freezing
Duff here. It’s been Cold in these Parts. Very cold, indeed. Mom and I venture out early; Me to do My Business, and Mom to walk soon After. As You know, I have a delightfully heavy Fur coat. It is Curly, soft, and silky, so It holds My body warmth. And so I explore. I…
Read MoreHurry Up!
Duff here. The scenario: Mom and I get home from Work. She puts down Her Purse and other Paraphernalia. To My despair, She gets off track. Sometimes She moseys over to check emails. Or even has the Nerve to take off Her Coat. If I’m feeling impatient (or a Wee bit Hungry,) I let out…
Read MoreThat Empty Space
Duff here. Recently, Our Car needed repair. After a bit of shopping after Work, Mom got in and turned on the ignition. Click. Tried again. No go. Nor on the next few attempts. So the Jeep was towed to The Best Mechanic Ever for some TLC. We were safe and warm when We got Home,…
Read MoreMy Friend, Mr. Murphy
Duff here. I’d like to introduce My Friend, Mr. Murphy. Isn’t He a Handsome Fellow? Now, I know Him by reputation only as I have not met Him in person. He lives in Tucson and, even in Summertime, enjoys the outdoors. He goes into His back Yard and lazes under a Tree. Talk about living…
Read MoreI Believe in You
Duff here. I was considering the word Belief, and I had Mom look up the definition. (The Paws aren’t so good at the Computer Keyboard.) Here’s what We found: Belief is a feeling of Trust in the ability of Someone. I know Mom is able to feed Me. And groom Me every morning. Walk with…
Read MoreI Met Santa
Duff here. Recently, Mom and I were on a walkabout in Town. So many People zipping around! I had to keep dodging Feet and Ankles, just for self-Preservation. The scents were Divine, for there were so many Goodies around. Peppermint. Coffee. Bits of hot dog that had dropped to the Floor. It was a wonderful…
Read MoreLift Me Up!
Duff here. I have developed an Interesting Habit. And yes, Mom is once more in training. But I’m getting ahead of Myself. When I was a Puppy, I had energy to burn. I’m sure You fondly remember My Escapades. Especially the run at top speed through the Bank of America. Those were the days. Living…
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