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Blue Skies, Spectacular Sunsets, Sweet Canines. Life is (mostly) good.

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Either someone has played a nasty trick on me and hidden a large quantity of Limburger cheese somewhere in the vicinity, or something has turned up its toes in the crawl space under the house.  I’ve a raspberry Renuzit which is supposed to neutralize odors and freshen the air right beside me. I think I need a couple more.  Ah, well.

Nonetheless, it’s been a beautiful day. No rain, the sky the most amazingly vibrant shade of blue with shifting white clouds. The winds were high, as if March had arrived a little early.  And our guests were still here. And with hearty appetites!

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After  chowing down heartily (with Elvis being far too stroppy about having to share) Mama Dawg and her little boy decided to accompany me on a walk. The next thing I knew, Elvis had joined us, with Rascal quickly bringing up the rear. I kept a close eye on the smallest member of our group, and when I heard a car coming, raised a warning hand as if to say, “Slow. Puppy Crossing.”

The wind was colder than I realized and I should have worn a jacket, but it felt so bracing. Just to get out of the house! And the dogs seemed to enjoy our ramble together. When the puppy took off into the brambles along the road side, I called to him and he gave me a look over his shoulder.

“Oh, excuse me. You need to do your business,” I murmured with a nod.

We cavorted a bit in the yard upon our return. Mama Dawg likes to play (and how those dark eyes sparkle when she does!) and the other dogs are still being a tad stand-offish. And then everyone seems ready for a nap–at least all the canines do . . . this one had to get his beauty sleep.

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I went back and spent some time on the computer, visiting with the cats so they wouldn’t feel neglected. They do worry about me spending too much time with those inferior creatures.

When I later check on those canines, my little friend is ready to romp a bit with his Uncle Rascal. Rascal is even-tempered and handsome and puppies are always drawn to him.  Our bachelor dog is never quite sure what to think of it all.

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As night drew near, I put out more food and took note of a marvelous sunset. Time to grab the camera again.

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And then I turned around and found this little fellow watching me, as if to say,”Why are you taking pictures of the sky when you could be taking my photograph?”

And so I did.

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Guess who showed up on our doorstep?

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Over the weekend, this Mama Dawg and her little one appeared in our yard. Poor things were awfully hungry. And awfully sweet.

Where did they come from? Were they lost?Abandoned? They’d obviously been somebody’s pets at some point.

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And this little fellow simply stole my heart. I discovered he’d let me hold him in my lap. And he liked it, tucking his noce beneath my arm with a contented little grunt. Mama seems to understand I mean nothing but kindness and trusts me with her little one.

This all happened on a weekend when the weather kept Benny at home and away from the usual food-shopping excursion to Wal-Mart.  We were running out of dog food and suddenly had two new and very eager mouths to feed.

Yesterday, during a break from the rains, I started opening up cans of expired food and raiding the pantry, dishing out everything from tamales and pasta and bean soup to field peas and pretzel sticks. Even the “sawdust” left over from the Frosted Mini-Wheats box went out. They gulped it down as if it was ambrosia.  Puppy ended up with tamale sauce all over his lovely face. I wet a paper towel, scooped him up and gave his face a good washing.

Benny brought home canned and dry dog food so they had proper kibble last night.

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I have to call the animal shelter today to see if anyone has enquired there about a lost dog and puppy. I know if my Rascal or Elvis were lost I’d want to know someone was trying to reconnect them with me. I would also like to think someone was trying them with loving kindness.

Because sometimes in life we really do have to depend upon the kindness of strangers.