These kids!! Onyx, Oliver, Haylee & Lillian creekside for Sunday Funday. Onyx & Haylee are my bestfriend, Alicia, dogs. We took them down to the creek to burn off some energy as hers had been couped up coming off her 6 day in a row work week and mine because of the rain. They chased tennis balls up creek for well over an hour. They all got along great and are now completely worn out. Glad we were able to get them out and enjoy such a beautiful fall day!
Alicia has been a great friend and always super supportive. (She was the one in the night photo making a heart with me and our arms) People like her are hard to find. Loyal, forgiving, understanding, supportive, honest, generous….Thank you. I cannot wait for our shenanigans in a week!!!!
We all know how I feel about my puppies. I think I speak for all ‘dog parents’, they are our world. They are not our ‘dogs’, they are out kids. We treat them as such, love them as such, talk to them (they understand us) and spoil them in such a way that non dog owners think ‘we’ are insane. A girlfriend of mine jumped on the dog bandwagon about 5 months ago. Not that long ago she looks at me and says, ‘B I get it.’ I was confused, ‘Get what?!’ ‘I get the love & loyalty. I get the happiness and joy. I get ‘hype’ of loving a dog.’ I could only smile and nod in response.
Yes, puppy stages are rough. The training, the frustration, the energy. Yes they track mud and dirt through out the house. Hair is always on something, & cleaning up after them is never ending. They can be expensive, they can’t tell you what’s wrong when there is an issue. Though the moment they make you laugh, remember what you’ve taught them, curl up beside you, lay at your feet in peace & vow to never leave your side when you need them the most, those are the moment you realize why you wouldn’t have it any other way
“Well, I know that I’ve messed up more than a time or two. I’ve lied like hell, I’ve done it well and I’ve got the scars to prove.”
Today was pretty intense mentally & emotionally for me. I was able to have a long overdue conversation with a dear friend. A conversation that made sense in so many ways and filled in some gaps.
I’ve struggled with faith for some time now. I was born Lutheran and then confirmed Catholic. My parents raised me to attend church every Sunday and even attend Bible school. I never got much out of it. Was it because I was forced to attend? I wasn’t ready to attend? I didn’t understand the capacity of it? Now as an adult I’ve watched religion tear my family apart and be responsible for an unaccounted number of deaths throughout the world. Such a fine subject to dance around. Speaking with another friend, TJ, about this brought tears to my eyes. I’m not going to state my beliefs, or which is right or wrong. I doubt this is what Jesus had in mind though. I’m thankful for moments like these, as hard as they are.
There is a home that has stood vacant for years. It’s slightly overgrown with weeds, the wood is weathered & some of the windows are broken out. A few months ago I drove by and noticed two blacks labs in the pinned in back area, though the house still sat ‘for sale’. Concerned for them, I went back this evening checking to see if they were still there. They were. I immediately contacted the number listed and spoke with the homeowner. He explained he couldn’t have then where he currently lived & that he feeds them twice a day and they were available for adoption.
My heart broke for them. I look at my two and how happy they are and how happy they make me. That is their job, to love & nurture. To keep me happy & laughing. These two dogs who have been ‘forgotten’ about, who sit outside alone every evening. Hoping their owner comes back to feed them again.
I contacted a friend about helping me remove them and take them to a shelter. Hopefully we can make this happen. Soon. They would be adopted immediately and hopefully into a loving home, where they can do why they do best. Love.
Not sure why, but when things get hard, really really hard, I go here. The cemetery. Jordan was buried here 8 years ago. I wouldn’t say I ‘feel’ him here so I’m not sure why this is where I run. Its peaceful, quiet & soothing. After he first passed I would spend almost every night out here. A few times I feel asleep, crying for him. Willing to give anything to have him back. Today was a very hard day. Flooded with emotions & tears. Mostly because I miss him & his loyalty. His friendship & his love. His security. Feeling broken, leaving my heart buried.
There’s no greater comfort than that of a best friend. The one you are lucky enough to share moments of happiness & sadness with. Unconditional loyalty, there no matter what or how ridiculous it may seem. Share adventures or lazy nights on the couch. Tears & Totinos party pizza.
Behind every strong woman is a boy with a cute pup!
I’ve been able to give back some happiness that Lilly has shared with me over the past 7 years. Today she took her first boat ride through the Atlantic Intercoastal and into Savannah. She LOVED the ride. We had lunch on River Street and then walked around a bit seeing some of the historical markers. What a beautiful place. She was worn out. Exhausted!
This photo was taken as we headed back north, Lilly facing the Savannah bridge as the sun began to set.
This photo reminds me of my childhood. The reason I’m drawn to train tracks. My grandma lived next to tracks. She made everything better. So sensible. A strong, loving, caring & beautiful woman.
I feel a sense of freedom. Standing there looking into the endless existence.
This particular track is about 12 stories above a lake. 90 years old. Solid. How was something so complex built so long ago.
It amazes me how we are where we are from where we’ve come.
Today was a fantastic day! Some great conversation, willingness, friendship & country roads. Lots of country roads <3!
Patience, the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset. The state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting in a negative way.
I’ve always said I left my patience in my mothers womb when I was born. You learn it at a young age. Its the one thing, if you don’t have it, chances are you never will. I’m tolerable. Not patient. I realize this. It is what it is.
I think about you all the time, but I don’t need the same.
Shot after a LONG day of struggling without patience…
I love this kid!!! Tuesdays can seem forever long but I know that when I get off work and get home she’s waiting on me. Regardless of my day, she’s jacked to see me and cuddle!
I have the greatest, most loyal friend!