Up and About Again

Longtime, no write. I told you I was getting old. But, today, we all went out for a nice walk through the neighborhood. It was freezing, but the late-afternoon sun warmed our backs and made up for the garbage strewn along the wooded side of the road. Why do you humans eat garbage and then throw the wrappers in the street. And, god, the cigarette butts! Yuk.

Shane’s not been well, but he enjoyed the walk and even sort of barked at the sound of a fenced-in dog who wanted so badly to shred his tether and join us on our romp. He’s been very lethargic for some time now. He’s got pancreatitis, so Joan put him on a diet to make him feel better. I think he’d rather eat. Anyway, it was a good day, and Shane's up and about again. Maybe tomorrow will be even better. Tonight, we just hung out in the living room and watched Saki chomp on his Nylabone. We’re a nice little group here.

Best wishes, Juno

Slowly Speeding Around and Around

Oh oh. Saki’s in trouble with Shane for running around too much and acting pretty much like a dog. I know he gets a little hyper, but he sure loves his Frisbee, and he sure is funny. I guess Shane’s too old to appreciate his antics.

We’re really getting old, me and Shane. But, it’s okay. It’s the way life has to be, or should be. Food still tastes good. A nice breeze still ruffles the fur. And the distant sound of cats meowing still has the power to life our ears. Not everyone has such joys.

And young Saki keeps the cycle going.

Best wishes, Juno putting it all in perspective.

Ice and Beginnings

And then there was ice, and the ice didn’t melt, and the dogs slipped and slid, and the people didn’t manage to walk on their driveways, and the birds stayed high in the sky for none of them wanted to land on the ice where we slipped and slid. And that’s my January story.

It has a happy ending. We’re still here. Waiting for spring. Waiting for the big thaw that’s just around the corner from the black cloud. It’s okay. It’s life. Everything goes around again to the beginning and touches the end. Or maybe it all starts in the middle. What do we know? We're dogs.

Best wishes, Juno