On Sunday the 19th August Hamish had a massive cardiac arrest in his sleep, completely out of the blue, and died. My heart went too. Since then my mind has followed it, deteriorated and frayed, with loose threads in the swirling autumn leaves. Nothing belongs to me, it’s gone with him, gone with my heart, it’s just all gone.
Today, I still feel lost, but carry on because of Pagan, and a new puppy coming in a few months. We both need this – a new focus, new eyes to watch, and learn about.
But, my friends, I have neglected you, too, so now I try and make amends by catching up. Please be patient while I get my act together at long last!
The arrival of four fox cubs in my garden prompted excitement amongst all of us. The vixen was looking poor, so I stepped in, leaving out food for the family. Luckily they remained wild and wary, which is what I wanted. I will try and add some photos.
Sorry about the lack of quality but I was a bit over excited at seeing these beautiful creatures – I didn’t realise she had cubs! Can you guess who was going absolutely insane at this point? Lol
Somewhere in the woods, there is a plastic plate, adorned with Disney princesses (it was the only one I could find, honest). The thieving little foxes – I blame Littlest Foxling! He looks like a fuzzy trouble maker!
They didn’t even play fair by posing nicely for photos! The scampery, sneaky bastards!
The natural world and mathematical formulae meet perfectly in sunflowers. Anyone who knows me, knows how I go on about the Golden Arc and how fascinated I am by the idea that as if by chance it appears time and time again in nature, from the curl of a freshly opening fern frond to the fur follicles on a rabbits head. Sunflowers, too, follow this pattern. I took these pics this morning. Walking the demons along the riverbank we go past a small corner of an arable field where the farmer has planted these gorgeously happy flowers!
Do we run from one crisis to the next – is that what keeps us alive and actively thinking? If life were simple, pale pastel coloured, and peaceful, would we exist? Do we need the energy to be alive
You might own a Malamute if
You look the wrong way or stand up and that signals the start of the race to the back door.
A chip bag crackles and suddenly there is a huge dog in your lap.
Your TV is always tuned to Animal Planet for the National Geographic specials on wolves.
You feel like the doorman at the Ritz Carlton every time the temperature drops 10 degrees.
You don’t bother with fake snow at Christmas – the house is a winter wonderland year round and you vacumned 5 minutes ago.
Your the top third of your Christmas tree is the only part decorated and it’s tied to the wall.
It’s been years since you’ve been in the bathroom alone.
You always check dogbreath before you accept kisses.
Your backyard resembles a pock-marked cratered moon landing site.
You are greeted at the door and gifted with a petrified mouse, a large frozen turd or a squirrel tail (minus remaining squirrel).
If you can identify every dog by his Woo from another room. (multiple mals)
You consider dog hair in your food a condiment.
You have child safety locks on cupboards and doors – and you don’t have children.
You have a collection of canine and lupine nicknacks in your home that rivals the Smithsonian.
You don’t own an alarm clock because the dog is more accurate.
You put 3x the amount you plan to snack on in the bowl so you can share.
Your toilet paper sits on a shelf, and it’s a guest faux paux to put it back on the roll.
You have a revolving credit account at Home Depot, and the manager welcomes you personally.
You host unplanned equestrian events in your living room.
Food that’s dropped on the floor does not require pickup unless it’s chicken bones.
The dog provides the dishwasher prewash cycle.
You buy a vehicle based on the interior upholstery color.
You mop daily, vacumn hourly, and have a holster on your hip for the dustbuster.
Hitting a deer on the highway is cause for celebration even if it totals the SUV – chewies tonight!
Night refrigerator raids or bathroom trips require care not to step on the live rug in the doorway.
You never have cold feet because there’s room under your desk.
Starving children making appeals on TV don’t faze you, you’re used to ignoring starving looks and pleading eyes.
Your veterinarian owns a Ferrari and sends you an expensive gift basket at Christmas.
The house is littered with hundreds of gutted, limp toys and crushed, flattened tennis balls.
You own a half dozen vacumns in various degrees of repair because none survive more than a year.
Visitors to your home wearing black are automatically handed a lint roller.
You have a designated toilet as the dog’s water bowl.
Burglers never bother your house – mainly because they can’t force the door open for the large dog on the other side sleeping.