Running Dog

Rather handsome, don't you think?

He runs and romps and digs and acts very much like a dog. I’d say Saki is a dog’s dog. He loves the snow, curling up on the couch, eating earthly things, sniffing out the bad stuff, jumping on Shane, going places. Most of yesterday and today, he spent lying on Joan’s stomach—she’s got the flu—but, every now and then, he’s just got to get outside and run off all that energy. I call him Running Dog. Me? I pretty much rest all day.

Best wishes, Juno

Snow Dog

Don’t make me go inside. I like the snow, the falling of lily white dots that settle on my fur, that make it obvious that I’m not black and white, but black and off-white, or maybe off-black and off-white. The snow cushions me and the rest of the neighborhood, makes it all slow down, makes us reflect. So, why do I have to go inside? I’m a dog, people. A dog!

Shane, he's inside. Saki, he's with Kyla in front of the wood stove. They don't know what they're missing. But, I know what I'll be missing as soon as Joan gets me inside. Not right away, though. Not now. Later.

Chilly Morning

Last summer, we sought a shady patch far from the sunshine.

Now it's just a memory in the snow of our lives.

And to think we thought it would last forever.

All the weather forecasters say the same thing—"Stay indoors." "Don't leave your pets outside." "It's too cold even for a polar bear." A few months ago, they were telling people not to leave their pets outside because it was too hot even for a camel.

I love the cold. But, this morning I didn't last more than five minutes outside. The wind whipped right through me, which felt good at first. But, Shane couldn't stand it. All that thick fur of his, and he hates the cold. Saki doesn't notice weather—at least when there are more exciting happenings like the cat across the street or the squirrel on the neighbor's roof.

The people across the street are still leaving Ish outside. They claim his doghouse is heated, but it's still pretty horrible to get a dog and dump it in the corner of your yard. Very sad. Very sad, indeed. Humans. I just don't get it. Alas.

Best wishes, Juno

Happy New Year

Sun and snow—an unlikely pair? Not in my logic. Snow muffles the noise from the parkway; it’s cool against my underbelly. Sun makes my eyes half-closed. And somehow it all seems right.

As usual, Saki looks for things to dig and throw and chase. Shane looks for someone to open the door and let him back in. It’s these differences that make us a threesome of curiosity. All dogs are not alike. It’s a good thing.

Best wishes, Juno