So much that I made a batch of images with them. Feel free to share. Have a great weekend!
Happy National Mutt Day (My Favorite Dog Quotes)
I love dogs. I don’t think there has ever been an extended period in my life where I haven’t had the companionship of a dog. I realized recently that just about every story I’ve ever written features a dog. My latest trilogy has dogs as a central theme. LOL, I just can’t get enough dogs. And please don’t take me to the pound with you to pick out a puppy because I will want to take all the dogs home with me.
Following are some of my all time favorite sayings about dogs:
What’s your favorite saying about dogs? Who is your favorite dog? Mine is Lily:
Feel free to tell us all about your dog and favorite dog sayings, stories or anecdotes about dogs in the comments.
Happy Sunday. ❤
Share your love of dogs on Monday – it’s #NationalMuttDay
Annie
Happy Birthday, Dad
Today would’ve been my dad’s 92nd birthday, if he were still alive. Though we lost him 24 years ago, I still miss him terribly. He had a way about him that made you want to be him. Maybe because he really didn’t care what other people thought of him, though he’d bend over backwards to help you out if you were in need or trouble. Or his yuk yuk laugh. Or that he always wore blue jeans – long before it was cool.
He loved boats – I think because secretly he had a wanderer’s heart and always wanted to travel the world. In fact, the last day of his life, he had gone to the harbor to watch the boats with his wife. Later that day, he passed in his sleep. But I’m glad that it was in a safe and loving place.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I hope there are boats, Budweiser, and country music, wherever you are.
Father’s Day 2017
I lost my dad over twenty years ago, but it still feels like yesterday. I can easily call up the pain, the loss, and the tears. And it makes me realize just how incredible love and the human connection it creates, is.
I hope that those of you out there who still have a dad in the here and now are planning something nice for him. And I hope that those of you who have lost their fathers, have some peace in the love that remains in your heart for your dad.
Have a blessed Father’s Day weekend.
❤ Annie
Out of Sorrow Comes Joy
First, I’d like to say thank you to all of you who expressed sympathies about losing my dog Maggie last week. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me except to say, it meant a lot. So, thank you to everyone.
Going against my natural instincts, I decided to adopt another dog, rather than wait. I think that Maggie would’ve been happy about that. In fact, I am too. Because out of the deep sorrow I felt at losing my dog of 13 years, I am now feeling immense joy from the new puppy. Lily.
I will always have the old memories of Maggie – she was a remarkable dog – a remarkable ‘person’ and can’t be replaced. But Lily is a little white bundle of joy and I look forward to making new memories with her.
If you have lost a beloved pet, I empathize with you. Deeply. It is a profoundly sad experience. But if you are holding off in adopting a new pet, don’t. Please, don’t. There are so many wonderful animals out there just waiting to find a loving family. And you could be that family.
God Bless.
Annie
Mothers & Daughters
Love each other to their very souls
Argue, fight, cry, and refuse to forgive
Hate springing from love
Defiance of wills
Both want to be the woman of the house
But one must lose
For the other to win
But neither wins
Because they are a part
Of each other
They must come back
Together or it all remains broken
And it can take years
To find the glue that can mend
Those broken pieces back
Into the whole they were always
Meant to be
And those years can be
So lonely
So dark
So sad
And when you’re not looking
You see a part of her
In you
A hand flutter
A shrug of the shoulder
A sudden laugh or gasp
You hear yourself
Say something
And you sound just like
Your mother
Gasp. No, not that
I am me, not her
But later you don’t mind
Not so much
You’re okay with the fact
That you love cooking
Because she taught you
That you love flowers
Because she showed you
That you love to read
Because she bought you books
And just because you’re a grown up woman
Doesn’t mean you don’t need her arms
To hold you
To comfort you
To tell you it’ll be all right
That she was your first person
Your first emissary into the world
That she knew you before you were born
That she grew you in her garden
And when you look at her
It’s with her eyes
Mothers and daughters
Complicated, crazy and yet so easy
So basic, so simple, so real
You’re just a part of her
And now you know
That that is how it is meant to be
That when you look into your own eyes
You look into hers
When you dig into dirt
It’s her hands that help you
And finally, being just like your mother is what you want to be.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom
copyright 2015
The Mathematics of Love? Happy V-Day
A mathematical approach to love? It can’t hoit, right?
Happy V-Day. 🙂
Father’s Day Missing #21
You’ve been gone a long time.
And you’d think by now I’d be used to the idea. You’d think that I wouldn’t wonder what your opinion would be about all the crazy crap going on in the world today.
You’d think that the arrival of Father’s Day wouldn’t still hurt like hell when I realize there is no place to send a gift, a card or place a call.
But hell, you’re my dad and I still miss you.
I still want to call you up when I’m feeling blue or when something kick-ass happens. Or when I hear a really funny story. Or even when I see a Budweiser commercial.
I still feel the need for your wisdom. For your perspective. For your cantankerous attitude about all things flaky.
I laugh when I imagine what you’d say about political correctness, climate change and the outlawing of plastic bags and light bulbs.
The worst part is not knowing where you are.
Are you living a new life in Minnesota as a slack millennial? Are you organizing a country band in Heaven? Are you blissfully floating out there in the ether? Or are you just sitting on my shoulder, whispering, everything is going to be all right?
Wherever you are I hope they have boats, Budweiser and country music. I hope they have good coffee and color TV. I hope you’re happy.
I hope that you know that I love you and miss you and wish you were here.
All my ♥
Anita
A moment of valentine
She painted her fingernails
the color of love
It matched the roses
on the kitchen table
that the dog knocked over
in pursuit of a spider
She saved the petals
and swept up the glass
ate another truffle
then planned a dinner for one.
copyright 2014
Tires-Theme Friday
He tires easily these days.
But sleep is a tangle of the past and waking moments a fog of routine.
Mornings in the park with the pigeons
Afternoons playing pinocle at the senior center
Evenings inundated by nightly news and game shows
Nights….waking and listening for her footsteps.
Lost he is without her.
“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” he mumbles from his heart.
“Til death do us part,” her spirit whispers. Or was it just a breeze?
And the band plays on.
copyright 2010
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 