photo taken July 2009 • title thanks to Wo

Well, this photo brought out the philosophers in you, and I loved reading all the entries.

Some profundities:
“Standing in the Light Seeing” ~ a Lakota way of thinking
Dog Days of Summer/ Fleeting Faster than We Know/ Take a Moment to Reflect ~ a haiku by D’Ann
“Love do not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.” ~ from The Little Prince
Brother Sun, Sister Moon
Two impossible friends at birth,
now joined by fate and enjoy this earth.
All of us live under the same sky.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore

And for some comic relief:
HOOK TAIL AND SLINKER
“I told you the view from here would curl your tail”

• • • Who needs Calgon when you’ve got a photo like this.  Ahhhhhhhh.  I needed a deep breath like that, and a few more.

While I’m out re-balancing myself with the Farmily, please enter this week’s contest by leaving your title, caption, or commentarty for the photo above in the comment section of this post.

I have one more Halloween-themed prize: a black obsidian arrowhead, made by MC; some sun-bleached bones; and a small, perfectly intact skull with working jaw and everything!

Charlie’s becoming a man, or at least a thirteen year old boy. Lots of humping and peeing in puddles. It’s quite hilarious actually – one of his favorite things to do these days is find a puddle – formed from rain or from irrigating – and stand in the middle of it and pee. He’s also begun to dig little holes everywhere, which is nice because it’s dulling his talon-like claws and it’s the cutest thing in the world to watch. For the longest time, Charlie pretended to bury things like steak bones or washcloths by scratching the ground about three times and then nosing a thin layer of dirt over 1/8th of the object, and then walking away completely satisfied that it was buried and invisible to all others. Now he’s a pro.

Charlie’s big enough that I’ve introduced him to MC’s dogs, and he loves to play with them, though one of them (a male border collie) is scared of Charlie. But when MC’s dogs come near me, Charlie hackles up from the crown of his head to his tail – a two inch mohawk running the length of his body – and he stands in front of me and growls and bites at them. I’ve never had a guy get in a fist fight over me, and there’s something oddly gratifying about a male willing to draw blood for you.