Double Duo

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

 

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

Bulldogs, Dogs, Visitors

“I’ll be back.”

This little duo showed up yesterday afternoon just to say a little hello. We have a fenced in back porch, deck, and yard area for us and the pups (more so the pups). This means Miss Sadie and Miss Stella can run throughout the yard, or rather mud for now, and stay under a roof on the porch (as if) when it is raining. We  have a few visitors to our back porch gate from time to time. We will share more in the future as we have had another duo tag team, a sweet black lab (heart gets tugged for Miss Maggie when this one shows up), and Boxer. Whenever we have visitors, they seem to head right up the porch steps, talk talk talk, sniff sniff sniff, and circle zoom around the fenced lot. If I knew the pups’ owners we would most likely invite them into the yard for some social time. As it is, these pups tend to be on the loose. If I get the numbers off of the collars, I try to reach the owners to let them know their dogs are running loose. The owner for these two sweeties answered and was very surprised this father and sun duo were hanging out outside of their own yard much less neighborhood. They sounded grateful to hear that their pups were found and being entertained, Miss Stella and Miss Sadie style, until they could be collected. Thank goodness for id tags!

Just Ramblin’

Who Am I?

side mirror, sunset, car mirror

I was thinking about a comment a fellow blogger left on one of my earlier posts about seeing cardinals. My response continued to mull around in my head while driving down the road and glancing in my side mirror I saw this beautiful scene unfolding. I had replied to my reader’s comment that I often forget not everyone has what we see in our own backyards. What I have right before me, so much so that I take it for granted, is something someone else may miss completely because they do not have it at all. We sometimes get used to things as if everyone has the same. In reality we do not. Someone else might not get a chance for such a moment.

Who am I to treat any given moment as if:

… I will always have it.

… it is not rare and beautiful.

… there will always be more to come.

… I have the right to waste such gifts.

tree, fields, empty field with a tree

Who am I?

I am someone needing to remind myself I do not stand alone. My actions speak louder than any of my words ever could and I must honor my words. I must grab all my moments, even those that are mundane and everyday. They are not. They are gifts. Gifts given to me. They make me who I am.

Who am I to waste them?

Just Ramblin’