Well, this is a dubious tactic to get my word out. You see, I've been reading a few doggy and animal stories in the last few days, and I wanted to let you in on a secret. It's a biggie, so don't tell. Anyone. I love critters. Dogs, cats, horses, cockies; oh, yeah, even kids … Continue reading The Animals
All my life has involved one, two, three and sometimes many more animals, either as pets, or working animals, or farm animals, or friends. And one or two (many) were the healers. The dog who showed a young boy how it was safe to be touched (just a little, and with rules!), the cat who … Continue reading The Things They Do For Us
In all seriousness, you should get back to me later - I'm a bit busy trying to catch up on my reading list (as you can see - top of the list in terms of serious business). Bye!
That contain the remains of my animals sit on the shelf, carefully wrapped in tissue paper, never moved or touched until the next jar comes to join them. A life without one, two, or more of the furry, feathery, leathery or otherwise bedecked, creatures would be a life with something missing. A dog teaches about … Continue reading The Ceramic Jars
You better believe it! There is a cat day (every day, if you're a cat) and there is no dog day (unless you're a dog - and then, the cat says it's because you deserve it!). Today is Cat Day. Pat the cat, massage the cat, adore the cat. Look into the eyes of the … Continue reading Today is Cat Day!
To be or not to be . . . A Writer! To be a writer is not just a matter of writing words on a page. The words must have meaning to someone; they must show how a story unfolds. This is true of both fiction and non-fiction because what is the point if there … Continue reading To be or not To be
I think it may be time for dinner - or would you prefer I eat your toes while you tap away on that thing? Rule No. 1: The cat rules Rule No. 2: See Rule No. 1 Rule No. 3: Read mind of cat, he's too busy to try to put ideas into your head … Continue reading Do not forget Rule No. 1
When I was eight, I went to a country school. It was scary, because I was used to radio school (they call it school of the air now). In radio school, you only did school stuff in the mornings, and the afternoons were for exploring, working, walking, and doing kid things, like making up new … Continue reading How we come to be . . .