Silence is best learned in the winter. Nothing but being with…self! Ancient rail cars in the distance plowing through and invading my Mother Nature meditation. The crunch of snow blaring beneath the feet.
I did the math a while ago and figured out that my dog Chuck and I have covered a lot of ground together. He’s been in our lives for about 5 years now, and I’ve walked him virtually every day since then with rare exception. 966 more words
This past weekend wasn’t quite as rough as the previous one. Porthos has fully recovered from his upper respiratory infection and is now eating like the Rottweiler I knew he was (i.e., if there’s a bowl of dog food handy, he will snarf it or inhale it, whichever is faster). 942 more words