Gone fishin’
That might be the sign hanging on my blogging door- except for the fishing part. And except for the relaxing by the stream part. We had a ginormous week of getting our container from Germany which equals boxes all over the house and THE grand piano.
Domesticated animals are a gift to humans and should be treated with the upmost respect. My favorite domesticated animal, the dog, above all else, requires love, attention and fun. Then food, preferably from the table, but they really should stick to kibbles. And finally, an outlet for voiding bladder and bowels. Their needs are simple really. In my opinion dogs provide an unconditional love like no other. I like cats. A lot actually . But tell me a dog who goes and pees on your couch after you’ve returned from a 10- day trip just to get back at you. Your dog is just so happy that you came back.
Dogs are keen observers, have 3-5x the auditory capacity of humans and up to 220 million olfactory cells compared to the human’s 5 million. They wait to hear you rustle in the morning. They come nuzzle their wet nose up under your warm hand, again with
a hello, I’m happy it’s another day to spend with you. And another day to play and eat. They watch intently waiting to accept the next stroke, belly caress and listen for the rattle of the leash. They have an eye on your hand or the treat bag in all waking moments.
They sit by your side, follow you from room to room, wait for you outside the bathroom, sit it the middle of the kitchen while you make dinner, make gurgling, light growling sounds when you’ve waited too long to take them for a walk. They get bored when you sit in front of the computer too long and beg you to play or just snuggle up with them instead. They don’t mind if you bring a book.
In the evening they sit next to you on the couch, head or tail in your lap, just wanting to make some sort of contact. They could sit there for hours. Before bed, one last acknowledgement as to the lovely day they had with you. Then they sleep at the end of the bed till they are hot and choose to sleep on the cool tile instead.
One day, inevitably it comes too soon, it’s time for them to say goodbye. They look up at you one last time, breath out one last I love you, then lay still and peaceful. This is the moment we must make every effort to let them go in peace and be thankful for the unconditional love, grace, and presence they bestowed in our lives.
Thank you Henry. What a great 12 years!
Sir Henry... Oct 15th, 1999 - Jan 18th, 2012
I have been reading about ‘late bloomers’ for a little confidence booster. Here’s a few 
examples of what a few well-known people were doing at 30.
You can read more about these 30 yr olds in the wrong career here.
And even more inspiring…Late Bloomers After 50
Here’s me and my best friend out for a walk….
I’m the blonde
Not really……. But here I am.
Tight eh?
Ok… Lying again. I will probably never have a photo of myself doing nordic walking.
Do I care what people think? Of course. Would you catch me walking around Greenlake, one of Seattle’s gorgeous, yuppified lakes who’s paths are circled by pretty faces and tight butts, 2 poles strapped to my hands with velcro? Hell to the no. I’d have to be good and liquored up or high.
I’d like to say I could give a rat’s ass because I think this Nordic Walking is fantastic. Especially when I realized there were little buttons you could use to release the poles without undoing the velcro straps when you need to tie your shoe lace, change the song on your iPod or pick up dog poo. Although, I’m tending to go more without music because I think of great blog posts or scenes for my book. And because people don’t seem to listen to ipods so much when they are exercising outdoors here.
Here are some facts on nordic walking:
Nordic walking originated in Finland in the early 1930’s when cross country skiers started using poles. But it was in the 1980’s when clinical studies correlated the use of trekking poles with fitness levels. Further studies in the 1990’s showed increased cardio, enhanced muscular and aerobic fitness and overall vitality. Nordic walking was not officially launched until 1997.
Welcome to Wendy’s World. Despite feeling the blogging community is virtually saturated, I’m going for it. I love to cook and I love to write. I’ve surfed through many food and writing blogs, that are more often than not, combined with photography. I’ll stick to the writing and cooking and keep the photos simple. I also love the humor of everyday life. Anybody who’s started a blog after about 2009 has asked them selves, “What do I have to offer that’s unique?” If it’s not something concrete having to do with one’s profession. It certainly becomes very personal. With that in mind, we offer ourselves. Continue reading
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