Zeke. The Countdown.

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I walk Zeke outside.

He sniffs at the grass, at the plants, at the trace of bunny in the air.

I watch him circle the yard: It’s gone.

The vigorous flourish of the tail. The accelerated gait, his canter. All gone. In its place, the all-consuming lethargy.

The panting is incessant. His barrel chest rising and falling, a steam engine chugging, The Little Red Engine That Could: I think I can, I think I can, I think I still can.

He’s parched, always. His long tongue stretches to lap up gulps of water.

And Dad, “I’m hungry. I’m always hungry. I can’t help myself. It’s those damn white pills you wrap in the lunch meat.”

The steroid dosage has been lowered, his normal surefootedness slipping.  Another stumble up the stairs this morning, his head lunging into the hardwood –and then, a soft, helpless yelp.

Water from a tap drips.

No one is ready for this. No one wants this.

This shot clock is running out.


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T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

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T.G.I.F.: Be happy you’re here…


Rosie is a poodle-whippet mix who likes to bounce, an activity she takes very seriously. Here she is diving joyfully into a field of tall grass. Her owner is English comedian Adam Buxton.

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Come on…give it up. You smiled. Good Monday Morning!


Notes:

Saturday Morning


Source: Hobo Lunchbox (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)

Switchback: From Bliss and Back

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A vicious switchback,
the bliss of last Saturday Morning,
to a routine checkup with the Good Shepherd Vet,
to this.

I clench my jaw while he opens his.
The steroids, tiny pink buttons, are wrapped in lunch meat.
He swallows the care package whole, nose up, sniffing for more.
“Sit!”
He sits.
The medicine dissolves, his belly warms from the Buttons.
His glassy eyes look up drawing up Hirshfield’s Hope and Love:
“I know that hope is the hardest love we carry.” [Read more…]

Saturday Morning

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Zeke nestles up tight, his back to my chest, resting his nose on his paws. My arm wraps around his sternum, his heart beats on my finger tips, low and slow. His brown eyes, Full, are On the window. His nose twitches, Bird.

The air offers no resistance to the morning rush of robins, sparrows and finches. Bird song floods the room.

Man and his bird dog. Domesticated, fattened calves, gorged on Comfort. Thousands of years of Evolution to arrive here, Now.

Roof, walls, comforter, bed, Warmth.

He drifts. His eyes, a mirrored pool of melancholia, flash back with longing to a time of his ancestors, running in the Hungarian woods flushing grouse – tails pointing to the drumming beat of wings.

A soft wind gust rattles the blinds. He turns from the window, looks up at me and sighs, as if to recite Stafford,

“Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it.”

~ DK


Notes:

  • Photograph: Cara Olinger with her Vizsla (via I Can’t Stop Reblogging)
  • Related Posts: Saturday Morning and Zeke Series
  • Posted inspired by Whiskey River share: “When one lives with birds one sees how the noise level of the birds keeps up with the noise level of the house, with the wind that begins to whisper and whistle across the sidings, with each notch up you turn the volume dial on your record player. It is the rumble and rasping of the inert things that provokes the vocalization of the animals; fish hum with the streams and birds chatter in the crackling of the windy forest. To live is to echo the vibrancy of things. To be, for material things, is to resonate. There is sound in things like there is warmth and cold in things, and things resonate like they irradiate their warmth or their cold.”  – Alfonso Lingis, The Community of Those Who Have Nothing in Common.

Sunday Morning: Loki


“Kelly Lund adopted Loki in 2012, he had no idea that the life and love he shared with this husky/arctic wolf/malamute mix would lead to full-blown Instagram stardom. What began as a personal mission to enter Loki’s canine world and give him the life he was meant to enjoy outside quickly somersaulted into an international movement to experience the world with man’s best friend.”

Find the full Loki story here: Loki the Wolfdog

Find more photos at his instagram account here: loki_the_wolfdog

T.G.I.F.

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Source: Hidden Sanctuary

 

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

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“Photographer Christopher Cline and his Goldendoodle Juji (pronounced Joo-ji) are a match made in Photoshop heaven. After moving from Virginia to Minnesota a few years ago, the artist was feeling homesick and ‘sliding into a sad place in life.’ Then, his girlfriend Christine brought home Juji. ‘I wasn’t exactly open to getting a dog,’ Cline told Mrs. Sizzle, ‘but I immediately fell in love with him. After Juji came into his life, Cline began expressing himself through Photoshop. He’d take photos of himself and Juji and later alter them to make it look as though his canine pal was a giant. ‘I just wanted to share a little of our adventures together,’ Cline explains, adding that he wants his edits to have a ‘kids’ book feel.’ Whether they’re lounging on the couch or taking on outdoor adventures, both Juji and his human seem to have a ton of fun together—no matter what their size!”

DON’T MISS Cline’s other shots at My Modern Met and at his Instagram site.


Thank you Susan.

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