DIEGO
En Guarde!
It's been too long since I posted pics of Le Grande Pooche - Diego Lou Mueller - and so here he is, in his recently shorn glory, looking up the road we live upon, on his toes (paws?) guarding the valley. He's such a good boy, and a very diligent guard dog. At 4.8...
I Am An Artist
I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon, My house is messy and I speak to the moon. I care less about the materials that I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself. I'm an artist, what more can you expect? I am...
All Hands Belong
My dog circulates the roomwith his tail like one of the inadequate ceiling fansin that package Spanish hoteland doesn't sit so much as he collapsesinto my sad father's lap,who scratches his ears absently.What it is like to be so secure in your loves,I wonder. This...
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It struck me—every Day—The Lightning was as newAs if the Cloud that instant slitAnd let the Fire through— It burned Me—in the Night—It Blistered to My Dream—It sickened fresh upon my sight—With every Morn that came— I though that Storm—was brief—The Maddest—quickest...
Shit Happens…Literally
This is not about explosive diarrhea, I promise. It's about Diego and his poop, and rural living and neighbors. Diego is a large dog, and, as I have jokingly stated more than once, I believe that on occasion his poops can be seen from Mars, they're that substantial....
Good Dog
*Yes, I read and have loved the entire Clan of the Cave Bear series, so the thought that doggies - or wolves - have been accompanying humans throughout a longer time span than previously thought makes perfect sense. I do not like living without a dog. This is not just...
All My Life
I have not posted enough pictures of Diego of late, because I am not taking as many as I did, for a variety of reasons, chief among them is that I love looking at my handsome boy, but grabbing the phone to memorialize him? Must I? And of late, my favorite thing has...
M’lem
What is a m'lem? Well, it's that delicious moment when the pinkish red or reddish pink tongue of a beasticle appears, licking its chops or just airing the sensitive and lovely muscle of the mouth for all to see. All? Only the lucky few. Diego loves the snow. I love...
Size Does Matter…
I am, of course, speaking of my overly large mini-pony, Diego, who started life as a little bug, yet has long been just that - a mini-pony. I'm away from him this week, and when I am away from him, I miss him a lot, and - momma needs a break from meeting Big Boy's...