Having raised a few pups in my life, I figured “what could be so hard about one more?” I read through some of the old tried and true puppy manuals, watched the infamous Cesar Millan as he turned wild little beasts into cuddly lap dogs, and even read about how the Monks of New Skete raised German Shepherd puppies to behave appropriately in their adopted human pack. I was more than ready! But nothing prepared me for the awesomeness of her eyes when she looks so innocently right into mine or her animated antics as she discovers new places in her yard. Nothing prepared me for the excitement and love she gives every time I come home, even if I was only gone ten minutes. No, there are few things in life that give so much and ask for so little. And so our training goes on hour by hour and day by day and chances are, this pup won’t be a perfectly obedient show dog, but she is growing into an awesome country dog with an incredible loving attitude toward life. Whatever dogs view life to be. Meet Albrae!
When you let your feet go and allow your mind to follow, anything is possible. I love to travel, to venture out and so, I can scratch another place off of my bucket list. It was Nova Scotia that found me hiking highlands and drooling over rocks! From beach washed flat stones to goliath statues, I would pause thinking that I had just walked among the most supreme of supreme rocks ever made. And then… I would turn the corner on another beach and on another road. The place was magical, the people, sincere and welcoming. It will certainly hold a piece of my heart somewhere along one of those beaches that crash along one of those cliffs!
Every year about this time when the temperatures climb from freezing to “love this” we wonder if it might really be the beginning of Spring. Well, Mother Nature holds her cards close and all we can do is appreciate the day as it’s given. Even in central Ohio where winter is less than spectacular, one fresh coating of snow can make winter wonderful! The last? One can only wait and see.
They get pelted by sleet and battered by rain, yet they stand. Year after year their hinges obey repeated commands, and they stand. They shelter their occupants, some friends and some foe and they stand. They have earned their place in the landscape as trees and vines cling to their boards so they too might stand. A few tears will fall when someone replaces the perfectly weathered boards with new trees, and new bricks, and new stones to make their mark, to make their stand.