Posts Tagged dog
June 2, 2013 at 5:48 am · Filed under Mostly fiction, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged big dog, burglar, catching the burglar, dog, dog whistle, funny, humor, It's a dog's life, story
I guess she doesn’t remember the burglar. Go figure. She thinks all I do is lie around, eat, and chase that stupid tennis ball. You’d think she’d take a hint about the dang ball. I mean, most people quit pickin’ it up after it’s so wet it drips. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 28, 2013 at 11:11 am · Filed under Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged being prepared, Charles L. Mashburn, Dockers, dog, losing a pet, loss, pain, poetry
A light, steady rain was falling this morning, so for my exercise I rode my stationary bike in the den. As I finished the ride, and as happens often these days, thoughts of my little old dog drifted into my mind. Read the rest of this entry »
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November 27, 2012 at 10:46 am · Filed under Poems, Some truth to it, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged being prepared, Charles L. Mashburn, Dockers, dog, losing a pet, loss, pain, poetry
I’m not looking for more sympathy, but after spending the last few days with an aching heart, I couldn’t hold this one in. I do appreciate the condolences from everyone, but just so you know, I’m okay and this poem is not indicative of my frame of mind. The painful loss of my old dog is beginning to ease, and the wonderful memories of her are starting to take the place of the pain of losing her. I hope you enjoy this poem. Read the rest of this entry »
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November 24, 2012 at 6:49 pm · Filed under Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged being prepared, Charles L. Mashburn, Dockers, dog, losing a pet, loss, pain, poetry
Our little dog, Dockers, is gone. We’ve known this day was coming for a while, but even so, it caught us unprepared. She had good days and bad days, but most of the time she did okay. She couldn’t hear or see very well, and I think her sense of smell was weak, but she could still taste, and loved to eat. Usually, she was happiest if she could have some of what I was having. I couldn’t go into the kitchen without her on my heels. The fact is, she was on my heels all day every day for the past couple of years. I called her Bubba Dog for years, but had recently taken to calling her Bug, because that what she did–bug me all day. She could tell time, and knew when it was time for a walk, time to eat, or time for her daily treats.
I wasn’t gonna write this poem yet, but Mary’s prompt for the Saturday dVerse Poets Pub “Poetics” feature said, “Oh, yes you are”, so here it is. It was a tough one to write, but I had to do it. Thanks for taking the time to read it. Read the rest of this entry »
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July 25, 2011 at 6:24 pm · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, Cheryl Lucker, dancing with the dog, Dockers, dog, dog sitting, funny, good old days, humor, laughter, scared, screaming dog, story, surprised, writer
In my post this morning, Dancin’ With The Dog, I talk about how my little dog, Dockers, drives me crazy by dancing and dodging when I walk toward her. She has other habits which are similarly aggravating. She’s doing one of them right now. Read the rest of this entry »
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July 25, 2011 at 8:21 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, Cheryl Lucker, dancing with the dog, Dockers, dog, dog sitting, funny, good old days, humor, laughter, scared, screaming dog, story, surprised, writer
There’s two kinds of dancing with the dog; she hates one, and I hate the other; I guess that makes us even. I don’t know that she really hates it when I dance around the house, except when I just get out of the shower. And even then I don’t know that she hates it, I think maybe she’s just embarrassed for me. Read the rest of this entry »
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June 27, 2011 at 4:21 pm · Filed under Random Thoughts, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, dog, dog's point of view, family, fences, fences around our lives, good old days, keep them out or us in, story, walls with no windows, writer
A few hours ago, I repeated a post iIve put on this blog twice previously called, Fences-Another Dog Tail. This is a follow up on that post and what it has to say about the fences we build around not only our property but, our lives. The thing is, it seems to me, it’s more than just fences. Read the rest of this entry »
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June 27, 2011 at 2:15 pm · Filed under Random Thoughts, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged author, Be Still.... and know that I am God, Charles L. Mashburn, children, dog, dog's point of view, family, fences, fences around our lives, funny, good old days, humor, keep them out or us in, Pennies From Heaven, story, writer
I’ve posted this before, but I was reflecting on the design of the houses in our neighborhood recently, and felt I should post it again then follow it with some added thoughts later this afternoon. This story is told from a dog’s perspective, and it’s funny in places, but addresses a more serious subject, as well. Throughout the story, the dog wonders why we (us humans) have put up fences; fences not only around our yards, but around our lives… Read the rest of this entry »
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June 9, 2011 at 8:17 am · Filed under Bad Stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged author, barks at my chair, Charles L. Mashburn, Dockers, dog, laughter, little old dog dockers, smokers bark old lady smoker's bark, story, writer
Y’all are probably tired of hearing about my old dog, Dockers, but here’s another one about her. As I’ve told you previously, she is fifteen and a half years old, nearly blind, all but deaf, and I think her sniffer might be getting weak. But somehow, she knows—even when she appears to be sound asleep—the minute I leave the room. Read the rest of this entry »
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June 1, 2011 at 8:15 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, Cheryl Lucker, dancing with the dog, Dockers, dog, dog sitting, funny, good old days, humor, laughter, scared, screaming dog, story, surprised, writer
There’s two kinds of dancing with the dog; she hates one, and I hate the other; I guess that makes us even. I don’t know that she really hates it when I dance around the house, except when I just get out of the shower. And even then I don’t know that she hates it, I think maybe she’s just embarrassed for me. Read the rest of this entry »
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