Walking on Tiptoe

Deerhounds running in the snow
Deerhounds in the snow. Source unknown. Click for link.

 

Walking on Tiptoe

Ted Kooser

Long ago we quit lifting our heels
like the others—horse, dog, and tiger—
though we thrill to their speed
as they flee. Even the mouse
bearing the great weight of a nugget
of dog food is enviably graceful.
There is little spring to our walk,
we are so burdened with responsibility,
all of the disciplinary actions
that have fallen to us, the punishments,
the killings, and all with our feet
bound stiff in the skins of the conquered.
But sometimes, in the early hours,
we can feel what it must have been like
to be one of them, up on our toes,
stealing past doors where others are sleeping,
and suddenly able to see in the dark.

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So, again, not exclusively a dog poem, but I like musing on this concept, that we humans may bear some deep evolutionary connections to the animals we once were and thus unburden the way that we move.

Hope that you have a peaceful and joyful weekend ahead of you. Step lightly!

Eternal winter

I know I can’t be the only one who feels like this has been the longest winter ever. Even the dogs seem tired of the snow:

Snow pups

I’m thankful that they still like to go out and romp in it, but they seem a bit bored with the white stuff and the constant bitter temperatures. I have poor circulation in my extremities, so I can’t go out much in the very cold, which makes our walks less frequent.

Eternal winter

Mercifully, Fiona is only a few blocks away, so she comes over to romp for a few hours, sun or snow.

Late winter in the southeast US is much like a bad boyfriend. One week, he’s so sweet and temperate, and you think everything is finally going to turn around with you two. And then the next week, he’s back to being a total jerk, ruining your life at every turn. It’s enough to give you whiplash. Saturday, for instance, we had sunshine and 60 degrees (F). It was beautiful. We played with the dogs, and Guion built our garden fence, to prepare us for spring gardening. And then… this morning… more terrible snow.

More snow

We’re hibernating, we’re enduring. How are you and  your pups making this long winter feel less long?

(And if you live in some warm place like Florida or Australia, just… hush.)

Winter forever

Pax be upon us: Snow day with dogs

On Wednesday evening and Thursday, Pax showed up with a vengeance rather unlike his moniker. The dogs, however, had a marvelous time running around in a foot of snow! (And Guion and I were thankful for a cozy snow day at home.)

More from our snow day

More from our snow day

More from our snow day

Snow day thanks to Pax

One of the great perks of this much snow is that they are so much more tired than usual after a romp in the yard, because running in a foot of snow requires twice as much energy. We were thankful for sleepy pups for the rest of the day!

Sleepy snow day sheps

What do your dogs think of snow? If you’re on the east coast of the US, like us, I imagine Pax hit you too?

The most faithful of animals

German shepherd in the snow. Photo via beaconblankes.tumblr.com.
German shepherd in the snow. Photo via beaconblankes.tumblr.com.

“The dog is the most faithful of animals and would be much esteemed were it not so common. Our Lord God has made His greatest gifts the commonest.”

— Martin Luther

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Who knew Martin Luther was a dog lover? I love this quote, and the notion that the greatest gifts we have are often the most common.

How are you and your dog(s) spending this weekend before Christmas? I hope that your time with your pack and your families has been joyful and peaceful.

Delight of the moment

 

Sweet basenji pair. #basenji

 

“Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment.”

— Jeffrey Moussaeiff Masson

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I love this thought from Masson; it rings so true to me.

Happy weekend, everyone! We are expecting some more snow this weekend, but Pyrrha is just desperate to burn off some energy, so we may have a play-date anyway. We’ll see… Hope you all are warm and well.

Snow romp

More snow

The snow has all melted now, but when it’s here, Pyrrha certainly delights in it.

More snow

Hope you are all well and warm! Pyrrha doesn’t know it yet, but we’re already getting really excited about our visit to her little Aunt Georgia in a few weeks. I hope she is able to temper her excitement and play gently with baby Georgia, who is only about 7 lbs.

Unrelated: Anybody want a 45-lb. bag of Taste of the Wild, Pacific Stream? Turns out Pyrrha’s digestive tract really does NOT like salmon! May try to donate it to the local shelter or her rescue, if they’ll take it…

Pyrrha’s first snow

Pyrrha's first snow

I didn’t get super shots, because I took out the old camera (didn’t want to ruin my DSLR with any water damage), but here’s Pyrrha’s first encounter with snow! The kid loved it. It made her positively giddy. (Video proof below.)

Pyrrha's first snow

Eating snow is also a very absorbing game (even if we just got a small dusting).

Pyrrha's first snow

BONUS:

Video 1
Video 2

Fun to watch her romp in it this afternoon, but I confess I’m really desperate for some sun and warmth…