Category Archives: Pets


Do you know Xavier? Me either. This morning when I woke up he was in my head. I knew where he was, I knew everything about him. I knew so much about him, that when I made my sleepy-eyed way out to the coffee maker, I had it all planned in my mind how I would talk Tall Cool ☺ne  into getting us a little Xavier. A new pet was in store for me. I was going to research the web and find me a baby raccoon.

Like so many times before, I get up and start writing down the details of the dreams that keep me awake half the night, and I think they make so much sense. Like so many times before as I was writing it down, plotting my case, I realized just how crazy my idea was.

Xavier means absolutely nothing to me now. I cannot even begin to remember the thoughts that were on the tip of my mind when I first woke up this morning. Even though they were explicit in my dream, now they are gone.  Why the heck would I want to take on the responsibility of Xavier?

Why does that happen so often when we wake up in the morning? Those dreams we have are so vivid and real, be it good or bad.  When we are fully awake they fall just below the subconscious, gone, never to return. Xavier came to me in my dream so that I would have something for the challenge today.   Xavier was the question to the answer. That is all. Do you ever have the answer come to you in dream?

Welcome to the A-Z Blogging Challenge. This year I think it will bring a lot more people together with this crazy pandemic. Being quarantined means people will flock to the web looking for things to do. This is a great way to meet new friends/contacts. Maybe you will read something new, find a new hobby, or just be entertained by some random musings. Whatever the case may be, stay safe, drink plenty of liquids and enjoy the trip.

Lollipops and Lollygags



Lollipops used to be the reward at the doctor’s office for children if they were good during their office visit. I remember as a little girl going into Dr. Buzzell’s office, it smelled of stringent antiseptic and iodine. I would sit up on the cold table while he stuck a wooden stick half-way down my throat and told me to say ‘aaah’. I didn’t want to say ‘aaah’ what I really wanted to do was to throw up.

I must have been bad because I don’t remember every getting a lollipop. However I do remember seeing them sitting on the counter in a glass jar. It reminded me of Oleson’s General Store on Little House on the Prairie. Nellie and her brother, Willie were so spoiled and always dipping into the candy jars. I was not a spoiled child, but would have loved to been able to dip into the candy jar.

I believe the practice of handing out lollipops at the doctor’s office changed not too long after I was a child. I have a feeling it was due to the rotting teeth of children. When I brought my children to the doctor’s office, years later, Dr. Brewster handed out stickers as a reward for being ‘good’ in the office.

Lollipops were also a special treat at the bank. Why? Because kids were a pain in the ass when it came to waiting in lines and cell phones and iPods were not invented yet. Giving them a lollipop kept them quiet while Mommy did her banking. My bank has a basket next to each window and you can help yourself if you go inside. They also hand them out at the drive through window along with dog biscuits for Fido.


Lollygag is to fool around or to dawdle spending time idly, fruitlessly or lackadaisical.

We used to have a blind dog named Bear. Bear loved to go for walks even though he couldn’t see. He was born without eyes, so his other senses were better than normal. He was so smart that he didn’t need a leash on most occasions. He would listen for our footsteps and know where to walk or when we stopped.

One day we started out for a walk and Bear decided he wanted to lollygag. I said, “Come on, Bear! Quit your lollygagging! I’ve got things to do when we get back from this walk!” Bear understood what I said, he really did. Do you know what happened right after I said that? I learned about lollygagging. 

I slipped on the gravel, and fell to the ground. I landed on my left knee, and a rock tore it open like a fillet-O-fish. It didn’t hurt at first, after I saw the blood and the bone then I thought I was dying. Sixteen internal stitches and ten external later and I was couch-bound. For two weeks I had the opportunity to understand what lollygagging was all about. That taught me to accept what is, and if it takes longer than I expect, so be it. Every moment is a gift and you never know when the lollipops might disappear from the bank counter.

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Puppy Breath

March 6

Instructions to live by from Puppy Breath

When enjoying the pleasures of life:

Sleep soundly
Live simply
Eat enthusiastically
Play vigorously
Love wholeheartedly

When something is not right:

Stand your ground
Grit your teeth
Bark fervently
Don’t back down
If that doesn’t work, pee on the floor

When you greet someone you like:

Run to welcome them
Smother them in sloppy kisses
Dance around and shake your whole body
Make silly sounds from your throat
Always be loyal

When there is opportunity:

Never pass up a chance to go for a ride with a friend
Always be willing to take the scenic route
Romp, jump and play, go for a walk every day
Dig until you find what you’re searching for
Learn new tricks, even if you’re an “old dog”

We all can learn something from our faithful friends… we should give them more credit than we do.



Is not judgmental, won’t ever hold a grudge,

If it’s attention he wants, your hand he’ll nudge.

Bringing joy all day long into the wee hours of the night,

So smart he knows when things are not quite right.

A comforting paw laid gently on your knee,

And a whine at the door when he has to go pee.

While sleeping his leg twitches as he chases rabbits,

Waking up with a wagging tail waiting for giblets.

Riding in the car with his head out the window

Where ever you go, he’s committed to follow.

There’s something special between master and dog,

Not a word spoken, instead silent monologue.

Loyal and faithful he’ll be till the end,

He’s not just a dog, he’s man’s best friend.

Dedicated the best dog friends in the world.


Yellow Dot Poetry

Yellow Dot Poetry


A place for recipes, a place for stories, this is my place for poetry.  Enjoy.  🙂

Click Yellow Dot link above or picture for poetry site.

Easter Bear


Little doggy pursues bunny

Agile, brawny

Ears flip- flop

Hip-pity Hop


Witty rabbit seeks out harbor

Barking yawper

Sniffing around

Digging out ground


Amusing dog stuns brainy hare

Rabbits all stare

Don’t realize

Bunny disguise

The End of a Novel

My plan for today was to write the last chapter of the novel and then work on the grueling process of editing. Editing is such a drag. Writing a book for me is the same as reading a good book. When I’m almost to the end, I procrastinate. I know it will be over and then I need to start a new one. I know a lot of people look forward to that. I guess I’m weird. Usually like a good book, I don’t think that I can find one that will top it. Like a good novel, I wonder how can I top this idea and make a better one.

I gave up on editing for a few minutes. I thought I’d share my thoughts. I don’t want my novel to end and I know it is almost there. I have to kill one of my characters and I love him. I don’t want him to die, but it is a necessary evil. Sometimes good characters have to die.  I’ve heard from readers that they prefer I take a pet before a person. Usually I prefer to keep the pet alive and kill the person.  People are funny that way.

Writing is so lonely. I’ve poured four cups of coffee this morning, (I have to pee) looked over the previous nights’ notes and tried to edit. I take out paragraphs, change words, add punctuation here and there.  I love my Thesaurus. Most people tell me to get rid of it. These are people who don’t write. People to me are funny.

Have you ever noticed how everyone has an opinion about how you should or should not write about things? I love that about people.  They are full of great ideas to give you to write, but they have never written anything themselves. Why don’t they just write it themselves if it’s such a good idea? I know why.

Writing is not easy. Wait a minute… good writing is not easy.  Anyone can write, but not anyone can write well.  If that were the case wouldn’t all of us bloggers be rich and famous? Ha ha ha ha. Sometimes I make myself laugh right out loud!

Anyways, I need to get back to my task at hand.  I have to go kill Sergeant John Hunter.  I am not sure how yet.  I hate to see him go.  I love him… he’s such a good guy.  Just wanted to take a break and procrastinate a little bit while sharing what I was thinking.