The little bear has a new bed

When he was just home, about 6 weeks old. Such a wee little cubby. So snuggly. He loved his little bed.

In the months since we brought him home, he’s eaten that bed, torn it to little pieces.

He’s now almost 5 months old. My little cubby is becoming quite the big bear, and has a new bed.

His legs have gotten long, and he can run so fast.

When he naps, I know he’s growing. Just wish he could stay a puppy a little longer.

My little Maxi Bear is growing up.

8th day of Christmas gratitude–Joy On 4 Feet

We have this dog, Rascal.  I’ve written about him before.  He loves to play, and pose for the camera.

He will sit with me and tempt me with a slobber covered ball.

Sometimes he will bat at it with his paw, if he can’t reach it.  As if to prompt some sort of rescue response out of me.

But inevitably, he gets the ball to give to me.  He wants to play, all the time.

His little docked tail, wiggles back and forth in perpetual motion. 

He’s always happy, and want everyone to be happy around him.

Rascal is Joy on 4 feet.

I’m very grateful for special puppies in my life, even though he’s 7 now, he’s still a puppy at heart.



Sometimes when you stumble, you get the full frontal knowledge of humble.

It’s difficult to move forward effectively when you are looking backwards.

Walking the dogs this morning, I started pouring over the last year.  The trials, the arguments, the obstinacy, the irrational selfishness, the materialistic, petty, stupidity over crappy ‘stuff’…..It ran like a movie through my head.  The look on my mother’s face as she cursed me, belittled my efforts, and demanded more and more while extolling the virtues of her enabling co-dependent friends.  All the while I watched as things fell apart around her, and was powerless to act on her behalf.  The law suit from the step siblings over things that my brother and I never wanted and told them we would make sure got back to them.  Not being able to get my brother to listen to the medical issues, and the concerns I had.  Not being able to function on my job.  Hospitals, funeral homes, airports, rental cars, consultations, rehabilitation sites, physical therapy, plans, interference.  Ka BOOM!

It literally took falling down on my face in the sidewalk to get the movie to stop playing in my head.

I had two wet noses in my face, checking me over in two shakes of a dog’s tail.

Sweet dogs to give me kisses of encouragement, stood by till I brushed myself off, shook the cobwebs and bad memories from my brain, wiped the tears from my face, and gave them a good petting to thank them for their selfless love for me.

When I got home, my phone rang.  My husband calling to check in for the morning heard the stress in my voice.  I got another talking to about my posture, my skin, and how I’ve lost my sparkle.  He went on to tell me how important it is for me to keep focusing on taking care of myself.  Ouch.

On the positive side, I know he is concerned for me.  I’m getting better, but I’m still not fully recovered from all of the events from last year through May.

Humbled.  I’ve stumbled, and I’m humbled.  Time to work on getting better, and that means looking forward, not behind.

I’m very grateful today to have a man who loves me enough to confront me in my state, encourage me to do better, and gives me the time and space to do it.

I’m grateful for puppy dogs to kiss me better when I fall.

I’m grateful for reminders, to keep looking forward….the best is yet to be.