World According to Duff
Mom Isn’t Infallible
Duff again. Last week, it was time to retire my Old Halter. That Piece of Apparatus and I had many good days together. Taking walks. Getting soaked in the Rain. Getting a Good Scratch beneath a strap. But to tell the truth, it was simply Worn Out. Ready for the Trash Bin. Time to live…
Read MoreDog Art
It’s Duff once again. As I travel in Our Car, I revel in the Landscape as it goes by. There’s so much to see: Cars with other Drivers, horses and cows, People walking along the road. Whatever you can conceive of, it’s there for All to see. The scenario is: I’m in Mom’s lap with…
Read MoreImagining
Duff here. I was pondering the Concept of Creating the other day. You know, actually Developing Ideas. And then putting Feet to my Dreams. I imagine all Sorts of Things. I could be a Doberman in Disguise. Or That I have Powerful Confidence when meeting Other Dogs. Or even being able to Eat all the…
Read MoreSummer Storms and Me
Duff again. While I am grateful to live in the White Mountains of Arizona, I have my moments of distress during summer. Yes, the Dog Days of Summer are For Real. And that includes the rolling sounds of Thunder. And Lightning. And Whooshing Rain. But to have thunderstorms here, heat and clouds need to Increase…
Read MoreMonsoons
Duff here. Monsoon season is fast upon us. Have I told you: Getting Wet Outdoors is not my favorite activity. However, I like my baths, where I can get cleaned up. I have even been known to hop into the tub and encourage Mom to Hurry Up. Time for some Luxury and Pampering, for after…
Read MoreBoundaries
Hello! Duff here. The other day, I had the Good Fortune to visit a Large Piece of Property. It’s been such a long time since I roamed freely! There were Bunnies, Rabbits and Jackrabbits on the land. Birds aplenty were flocking in for food and water. I Waited . . . and Waited . .…
Read MoreRoscoe and Me
Hello there! It’s Duff. And I want to share what happened last week. My cousin, Roscoe, came to visit Me. Isn’t he a Handsome Fellow? And what a Grand Time we had. Once I got past the concept he was going to chew me up for breakfast, we played and romped about. Tug of War,…
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