“Mornings of Mischief”

How two little poodles changed my life

The Roses and Thorns of Life

They work as a team….Aura Lea, my Irish Wolfhound, swishes her tail and knocks my reading glasses off the living room end table…..Ruby, my poodle,  carries them into her bed……..
My knitting needle and yarn strewn across the rug….now having a thousand collie fur strands attached to it…..
A home without them is no home for me ……..

I gather up their breakfast bowls.  ………  They each have their designated place; I carry Ruby’s into the living room and hear Rusty, my other poodle,  darting toward the kitchen……

He sits upon my kitchen chair and starts to eat……. he just started doing this and now claims his place at the table for breakfast and dinner each day.    I have him a little more than a month now; when he came, he seemed to be apprehensive of any dog bowl I put out for him.    I literally had to…

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“Good byes and Hellos”

The Roses and Thorns of Life

These past couple of days have been sorrowful.   Since becoming a wolfhound mom, I have been introduced to a world of wolfhound moms and dads, our bonds forged by our love and devotion to this breed.

Certain members and their hounds shine a bit more brightly on our group pages…..two stars have extinguished their mortal light ……

One was a big, wooly hound whose photos always brought a smile to our faces…..one was a young man finally getting a new heart…..though he had already lost his to a wolfhound named Gelert, who I am sure was waiting to greet him.  I envision his long tail wagging, his huge paws reaching out to embrace his dad, who suffered complications during surgery.    He didn’t survive his new heart operation, but Gelert was waiting to give him his once again…….

I think sharing your heart with a wolfhound changes you.   You see…

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