The dogs on either side of me were particularly loud this morning. I didn't think too much of it and got up at my normal time. I walked out to say good morning to Charlie and feed him and saw there were two other dogs in the backyard. They were our dogs from next door. A dog a little smaller than Charlie and another black dog that was about the same size. They have always played by the fence with each other and tried to dig a little too. I put a stop to that immediately. ALL morning long I was trying to figure out how these two dogs got over here? I got up at 3:30am to correct Charlie and they were not back there, so it was sometime after that. The problem is I walked the line of the fence and couldn't see any place where a small and rather large dog shimmied their way to our side. They couldn't jump the fence considering there was a good 3 feet more fence added to the top prior to me living there. It has bothered me all day, I just can't figure it out.
The funny thing is imagining what CT was thinking when I noticed the other dogs. "Aww man, I wasn't suppose to have anyone over." "Yall be quiet, my mom doesn't know you're here." "You're not allowed to poop there." "You better get out of the garden, we aren't allowed to go in the garden." Which by the way, the big black dog made a huge poop in the middle of the yard. I am luck enough that CT goes in the ivy. He also was in and out of the garden, you should have seen CT looking at him on the other side of the foot and a half "fence" around it. He was so confused.
I sent the home and I'm hoping to figure out this mystery and not have them in my yard when I get home!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Peaceful Easy Feeling
It's was 6:45pm and rain was coming, you could smell it. I was sitting on my front porch, on the steps, not in the chair that I usually sit in. I was just back from another weekend away. Away from Charlie, away from the house. It was so quiet, it's always quiet on this street. There was still some sunlight left that was coming through the dogwood tree on the right side of the yard. The glare is harsh when I'm in my chair, it's quite a different view on the steps. It's soft light, not light that you get warmth from. It's a tired light, one that has been out all day working hard and is ready to retire for the evening. I glance at the dogwood, full with green leaves that haven't turned or begun to fall to the ground. Does it know that spring is nearly over? How much will it change in the next month, I look forward to seeing those changes.
The sun is all but gone and the clouds slowly move together. It feels thick outside, not humid so much as the feeling you get when you know that rain is near. A drop hits one of the leaves on my camellias, it sounded thick, I turn quickly as if turning fast enough will let me see the rain fall. "Big 'ol fat rain," I think to myself. It amazes me how your thoughts change when milestones occur in your life. I look forward to the rain knowing that it will water my grass and plants today, not me.
The rain comes faster, I have to move from my step that I have found so nice and peaceful. It's the kind of rain you want to play in. No thunder, no lightening, just rain. It's night time now, I cannot focus on the leaves on the trees, or the pine straw on the ground. Standing on my front porch I blink over and over, but the night has come and all is dark. I have a peaceful, easy feeling.
Back in my chair, my outlook changes. My thoughts are faster, more scattered. Ideas race through my head as if it's there one chance to be seen. I notice the change and try to get back to my calm easy feeling. Breath in, and out, in, and out. Work, files, bricks, how many?, where?, Charlie, grass, rain, wind, I am flooded. I look to my step to ask how do you do it? It's wet and little puddles have begun to form on top of it. I may have sat there all night if I wasn't forced to move by the lingering plops of rain. Plop. Splish-splash. Ping. Bring on the rain! My peaceful, easy feeling will come another day.
The sun is all but gone and the clouds slowly move together. It feels thick outside, not humid so much as the feeling you get when you know that rain is near. A drop hits one of the leaves on my camellias, it sounded thick, I turn quickly as if turning fast enough will let me see the rain fall. "Big 'ol fat rain," I think to myself. It amazes me how your thoughts change when milestones occur in your life. I look forward to the rain knowing that it will water my grass and plants today, not me.
The rain comes faster, I have to move from my step that I have found so nice and peaceful. It's the kind of rain you want to play in. No thunder, no lightening, just rain. It's night time now, I cannot focus on the leaves on the trees, or the pine straw on the ground. Standing on my front porch I blink over and over, but the night has come and all is dark. I have a peaceful, easy feeling.
Back in my chair, my outlook changes. My thoughts are faster, more scattered. Ideas race through my head as if it's there one chance to be seen. I notice the change and try to get back to my calm easy feeling. Breath in, and out, in, and out. Work, files, bricks, how many?, where?, Charlie, grass, rain, wind, I am flooded. I look to my step to ask how do you do it? It's wet and little puddles have begun to form on top of it. I may have sat there all night if I wasn't forced to move by the lingering plops of rain. Plop. Splish-splash. Ping. Bring on the rain! My peaceful, easy feeling will come another day.
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