sometimes sweet:
sometimes scary:
sometimes serene:
sometimes sad:
sometimes sweaty:
And this time of year, during the Tour de France/Fleece? There's lots of spinning!
We got some wonderful summer rain, so I've spent hours this week pulling weeds while the pulling was easy(er). But now it's warm and muggy, which makes me feel sticky-icky-stanky-cranky. Then it's particularly hard not to fret about the direction the teenager seems headed, my horse's handicaps, and the daily decline I'm noticing in Jackson. Our dogs truly are old friends now, and we're facing their one and only flaw – they never live long enough.
We're all hangin' in there for now at . . .
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Animals we give our heart to will break it for sure. So right - life span is too short. Each and everyone one is a "heart break" in waiting. I am not sure why I put myself thru it time and time again. Children can break our hearts as well. Here hoping he gets himself on a more steady path as he matures. You do your very best ... it is all you can do.
Thanks, Elaine. It's always good to get encouragement from someone who's "been there, done that"!
It's SO difficult, when our dear fur-babies begin to fail! We've experienced a lot of that. How old are your dogs? My daughter's service dog, a sweetie, is 13, and failing. So sad! He's nearly deaf and blind, but still wants to help his Mama.
God be with you,
Aww ! I comforts of the homestead! Thanks for the superstar pics!
Looking at the pics of Lance, I wanted to caption them, "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!" (Sorry, not really funny, but if one didn't know he was having a good scratch and roll, it could have looked as if he was trying to get up.)
Jeanne, Dozer is 11 (old for a bulldog!) and Jackson will be 12 in October. Jackson's recent decline in energy, mobility, and hearing has been precipitous and alarming; I've tried various supplements and medications and nothing brings improvement. :'-(
You're welcome, wyomingheart.
And if one didn't know about fly masks (I've gotten lots of questions about them over the years), Mama Pea, one could assume he was playing court jester!
You are so right. Dogs are perfection, but for that one thing. And such an important thing. I love the pics of your handsome (and silly) mustang - it looks like it feels so good!
I so agree about dogs Michelle. They are perfect. I try to comfort myself in regards to their short lifespans by remembering just how many dogs there are in this world in need of love, and of loving homes. If they all lived as long as we do, we wouldn't be able to love nearly as many of them. When I look back over the years and remember each dog that I've been blessed to love and share their lives with; I realize that I have truly been blessed. For each one is beautifully unique and I've loved each one dearly. I have had one or two that stand apart as extra special and especially loved (and missed) by me, but each one has been a joy. And I wouldn't have missed one moment of any of those wonderful dogs' lives. My life has been enriched and made better because they were with me. And as far as the pain that their deaths have caused me? They were SO worth every bit of it! Like that song says, I might have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.
For me, I will dance. Always.
Give those good, old mutts a scratching from me ok?
It's been muggy here for the past few days, with heat warnings and crazy humidity. It makes me cranky too, and I have very limited energy. I haven't done any spinning for TdF, which I should have, but I have done some knitting, so there's that. I have some fibre that must be spun and used before my October spinning retreat. Good reason to get the wheel out!
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