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A Nadia by Any Other Name… | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! A Nadia by Any Other Name…. August 3, 2015. Nadia when she first came to the farm as a youngster. Nadia and I both need a little attitude adjustment. Nadia is my foster dog. She is going through a rough patch. The happy, easy-going puppy I once knew has become a bit of a moody, uncomfortable teenager. She seems lacking in confidence. Her social skills are unpredictable. She often seems stressed or concerned for no apparent reason. For a little background.
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June | 2015 | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Monthly Archives: June 2015. Finding Your Favorite Toy. June 28, 2015. I woke with the sun serving as my alarm clock this morning. A quick search of my sleep-fogged brain confirmed it was Sunday so I gave a contented, don’t-have-to-be-anywhere sigh, and snuggled with our still-sleeping dogs for a moment more. Of course I did have to check to be sure the smell was just on the wind and not coming. Several dogs took off after the one, lone ball bouncing to t...
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July | 2015 | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Monthly Archives: July 2015. I Was A Mom For One Hour, 45 Minutes. July 26, 2015. Early morning flight heading into Las Vegas. Last Wednesday I headed out at dark:30 for a quick business trip to Las Vegas. Yes it was business. Really. The flight was scheduled to depart at 6:15. That’s am. In the morning. Ugh. Oh yeah. And I need to allow time to shower, dress, and attempt to look human. A 3:30 am wake-up? Inhumane to woman and beast. If I had been a tad m...
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Tumbling dogs, Guinness Records, and Birthday Cakes. Oh My. | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Tumbling dogs, Guinness Records, and Birthday Cakes. Oh My. July 15, 2015. Toby on the job with Jim. How long can you hold your breath? According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Stig Severensen of Denmark holds the record at 22 minutes. Held it, that is, until I came along. Step back, Severensen, Nancy Gallimore is on the scene and your record has just been shattered. Twenty-two minutes? It may have been the exhale heard ’round the world. And then ...
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I’ll Find You. | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! I’ll Find You. August 9, 2015. 8220;I’ll find you again someday, buddy. I promise.”. The old dog looked intently into the man’s eyes, silently returning the promise. With that, the man gave the old dog a final hug as the veterinarian quietly administered a final injection. And then everything just faded away. The blanket on the floor of the exam room had been replaced by a soft bed of fragrant green grass. 8220;You’re here! The old dog looked up into the ...
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April | 2015 | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Monthly Archives: April 2015. When “Bad” Things Happen to Good Wolfdogs. April 30, 2015. 8220;This is going to hurt me far more than it’s going to hurt you.”. Did you hear that one growing up? I did That line either meant that you were about to get punished OR you were possibly going to the doctor to get a shot. I was terrified. I kept moving back in the line until I was the last kid standing. The gym teacher was HUGE (in my seven year old eyes) a...So ye...
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Poetry. Photography. Thoughts. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Poem: The Importance of Destruction. January 10, 2017. The Importance of Destruction. Tear open the window. Rip out the boards that have closed you in so long. Use gusto and joy and anger and madness and glee. Use whatever it takes. It is time to leave the dark,. To let the sun shine in. And you shine out. I almost called this poem “New Year’s Resolution.”. Isolation is the enemy. Always. Follow Us by E-mail. What not to do.
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March | 2015 | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Monthly Archives: March 2015. March 30, 2015. It was just a metal bowl sitting next to a dog bed by Jim’s desk. That’s all. Just a bowl. Isn’t it funny how seemingly innocuous, simple things can trigger a wave of emotion, a tsunami of memories. And that’s what happened to me when I saw that metal bowl. Just a month ago, a bowl by a dog bed near Jim’s desk was routinenecessaryan everyday thing. So we went the extra mile for her. We kept a supply of pid...
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love | Quarry House
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Poetry. Photography. Thoughts. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Poem: A Whiff Remains. March 3, 2017. Perfume on the counter. A love poem. It started long, very long, and whittled itself away to this. Poem: Valentine’s Day. February 13, 2017. It almost seems silly,. An embarrassment of riches,. To dedicate yet another day to love. When each of them already overflows. But then, I think. As I feel your hand touch mine,. Complete with inappropriate fireworks,. Perhaps that is the point.
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August | 2015 | tales you win
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Life on the farm…life in general. Me, me, me, me! Monthly Archives: August 2015. 365 Days Later: Bigger, Not Badder. August 30, 2015. It has officially been one year since the day a scrawny, malnourished, exhausted stray wolfdog stepped foot into our home. He did not huff and puff to gain access. He did not stalk us in the woods while we were on any sort of journey to visit aged relatives. He simply looked into our eyes and we threw the door wide open. Jim and I agreed we would sponsor his boarding at th...
