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Our living room looks like a daycare center. Our dog “Vader” is super busy watching over Luna, and we’re all tired but happy.
Tag: <span>Love</span>
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Meet ‘One Toe,’ pronounced ‘Won-tow.’ Her little human play buddies gave her the nickname, and it’s growing on me. The name makes sense. She has one white toenail on her right foot, and only the tip of the toe is white? Like she stepped by accident in white paint, but drew back her foot just in time.
I get lost in emails every day. So much new information every day. Much is business-related, but 70% isn’t. Some emails are archived under “useful”, others under “might be useful,” and a handful of emails get a very special treatment, because they are important—to me. These are the ones I share.
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She is eating so well and enjoys her food. She chews it so carefully, and I get lots of kisses. We are weaning her off the powdered goat milk. We are making progress at a rapid pace.
Luna survived her first real bath and somehow ended up sleeping on my desk. Not sure how it happened. 😉❤️
Our new puppy, Luna, is on a mission. She is stealing hearts. I was the first victim; my husband came next. Our youngest dog, Vader, is already toast, and our oldest dog, Patches, is trying hard not to give in, but she will hand her heart over as well.
When I finally understood the English lyrics and realized the depth of this song for the first time, I cried. Not loud, but quiet tears were running down my face. I was in my late 20s then and already lived in America.
Do you open your neighbor’s garden gate, stomp through their rosebed, and then sit down on their patio?
The garden gate and the fence around the flowerbed mark the property line that we do not cross without the neighbor’s permission. In most cases, we can also easily perceive physical boundaries: if someone touches us, we quickly register whether or not we are comfortable with it and act accordingly.
I have been very fortunate in my life. I have been to Africa a couple of times, not just for vacation or a safari, but also, I was allowed to work there for a few months. Africa! When I say the word, you can hear the love I feel. It’s the same tone of voice that I use when I say “Hi, honey.”
Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.”