I think it is fair to run these by one more time–this time in black and white. You can view much larger photos by clicking on the first photo.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/19/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-tongues-and-tails/
Triple Tricky
Who knows what each new day will bring?
Three dogs wiggling outside my door–
my feeding them, them wanting more.
The world reaches out for me and more.
Those worlds imagination brings
come whining louder at my door.
Now and always at time’s door
I offer words and ask for more
than what, I know, the years will bring.
Agape once more, that final door brings me at last to face my fears.
I bring myself to cross its sill, still hoping there will be some more.
The WordPress prompt is “Tricky” and and NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a tritina–a poetic form that involves three three-line stanzas and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line. I cheated and used two concluding lines instead of one. This poem meets both prompts. Tricky.
http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-3/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tricky/
(Be sure to click on the first photo and then on arrows to view all photos in a larger size. You must see the photo of the baby at the lower left of the gallery enlarged, as well as the sweet couple sharing the shawl!)
http://hughsviewsandnews.com/2016/03/22/hughs-weekly-photo-challenge-week-18-sweet/
Duke and Daisy accompanied us to Tenacatita. After the rains and high winds we’ve been having, it was too choppy to snorkel, so we all roamed the beach. I picked up three bags of coral and shells from the beach and totally sliced open one water shoe. But, how could I be blue? I left that to the ocean.
(Click on first picture to enlarge photos, then on arrows to view all photos. After viewing, click on X at upper left to return to this page.)
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/03/09/color-your-world-pacific-blue/
Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown????
I’m sorry, but the color sample for this Crayon color does not look remotely brown to me. Nonetheless, I’m going to try to match it.
Pobrecita!!!
Poor little Frida. She has a place on her haunch she has been chewing and chewing at. It has become infected and when a course of antibiotics didn’t heal it because she kept chewing on it, the doctor’s decree was that she has to wear this cone around her head for two weeks and go through another ten day round of antibiotics. Can you see by her worried expression and turned down ears how much she hates it, is puzzled by it, wonders if she’s being punished?
When I first put it on she went charging around the house knocking against everything, tipping over pots and little tables, ricocheting off the edges of furniture, even running into me!. When I took her to her bed, she just put the cone down on the floor with her nose to the floor, curled her tail down between her legs, compressed her body to the point where I feared she would implode, and just stood there as if made of stone. She wouldn’t respond to treats, my voice, pats, hugs. She was mortified and so she insisted on also being ossified!
Finally, I had to remove the cone because she refused to eat even a dog biscuit, let alone her dinner. After dinner I heard her chewing on it again, so I had to put the collar on again. Poor little girl.
Every day, these three “B“est friends would come to our front door looking for the dog who was missing from our house. On the last day, they surprised us from coming to the back beach side door. Wish I could have seen them finally reunited!
And finally, “B” is for Big Black Birds. In this case, grackles.Cee’s B&W photos that begin with B or W are here: http://ceenphotography.com/cees-black-white-challenge/
Bedtime in the Bodoga
Frida and Morrie both got new beds today, thanks to Morrie who ate Frida’s old one and has eaten two of his own as well as one of the cat’s beds. He leaves only his idol Diego’s bed alone and sleeps in it whenever he can get away with it, so I bought him one just like Diego’s. (It’s upside down for now with the plastic side up just in case he decides to have an “accident.” (That’s not unknown to happen!) Once he’s a big boy, we’ll put the hot pink cloth side up. (Although it isn’t obvious in this picture, he does still have ears!)
Frida got a big pillow that isn’t even tacky. First one I’ve found that isn’t obnoxious colors or plaid or some other horrid print. At first Frida was suspicious and wouldn’t sleep on or even put one paw on her bed, but as you can see, she is now giving it a chance:
Since Morrie is still being mean to her, Frida gets to continue sleeping in the main house. She should have a few privileges of age. We all should! She now likes her new bed and I think it will be more hair-resistant than her old bed that seemed more like a hair-receiver than a bed.
Here’s Diego, in his same old bed that has made it through six months with Morrie:
The carpenter came today to measure for the shelves and storage bins for kibbles. They’ll have aluminum liners so the mice can’t get in–or the dogs!!! And, they have their own tiny fridge for opened tins of wet dog food and fresh bones, which the vet tells me I have to freeze for two weeks before giving them to them. Do you think the Taj Mahal got this much press when it was being built????
I tried removing the cages and just had their beds in the room, but they were so restless and that was when Morrie ate Frida’s bed, so I’ve put their beds back in cages and they seem much happier. I haven’t been shutting Diego’s door and he hasn’t reminded me to do so. He used to want it shut and locked. Morrie has learned how to open his cage door. Smart little trouble-maker!!! He’s even opened the side that has two locks instead of one.
I think I mentioned before that my friend Dan of Dan and Rhonda fame has dubbed the Doggie Domain with a new name: The Bodoga. (A bodega is a storage room so the bodoga is of course a storage spot for dogs!)
Let me know when you are sick of Doggie Domain (Bodoga) news. I don’t seem to be able to stop myself. I have a cool slide series showing the entire construction process but can’t figure out how to have the last pictures I want to add go on at the end and also I don’t know how to post a video or slides on WordPress. I just now learned how to find the Shortlink and how to post on Thursday Doors! Does the learning curve ever flatten out?????
The Prompt: Tell us about a time you should have stopped and helped someone but didn’t.
Accident
When I rise at seven to let her out,
she’s in a hurry, without a doubt,
for I see only a streaking blur––
a tip of tail and whirr of fur.
As she rushes out to pee,
the shame is not on her, but me.
I heard her bark an hour ago,
but it was only seven and so
I thought I’d just go back to sleep
and she made no further peep.
Now I see the pile upon the floor
just inside the open door
held as long as she was able,
then hidden underneath the table.
Not the first time in twelve years
that she’s caught me in arrears
in opening doors to let her out,
yet it is true without a doubt
that she has never erred before
and made a mess upon the floor.
I know that she is feeling shame,
even though she’s not to blame.
For once she is not under feet
as I prepare something to eat;
and when I call, she does not come.
She’s in the garden, feeling glum.
She feels she’s done a shameful act
devoid of training, breeding, tact.
She does not know that I’m the one
standing here with smoking gun.
Every bit of blame is mine,
for Frida’s former record is fine.
For twelve long years, she never peed
upon the roof in time of need
even when we didn’t know
she was locked up there and so
there is no need to hang her head
in shame of what she’s done, and dread
of being scolded or being blamed.
I am the one who should be shamed!
What I Found When I Got Home from the Beach!!!!
Morrie totally destroyed Frida’s bed but left Diego’s untouched! BAD DOG!!! Frida is sleeping in my bathroom on the cushy rug tonight. Guess Morrie needs to be in a cage. And can’t be trusted at home alone.
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