She drives me insane at times, but I do love her. Don’t tell my daughters … it’ll blow my #grumpyoldman cover.
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Cartoonish storm clouds Drift by on strong winds, Fat and dark, Overweight with rain, Their bulging bellies Ready to rupture In the sunless sunrise Of a grey dawn. The air itself is still, Even as the clouds above Move rapidly, like locomotives, Reimagining themselves Into new dark mysteries To be revealed Somewhere in the distance. December 27, 2025
Our crazy storm systems are still screaming by, in this “atmospheric river.” Morning began very dark and cloudy, as the dog woke me up before dawn with an upset stomach and unrelenting desire to eat grass in dark.
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The dog and I Wrestled For dominance And space On the bed - Her preference Is any space I attempt То occupy. Her love is Black and white Fur on every piece of clothing I own, That somehow Makes it onto Every clean dish In the cupboard. She lingers In the bed Each morning, As I make coffee, But eventually finds her way To my feet, Whether there is room Or not. November 4, 2025
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again … #thisdamndog
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I halfheartedly made the bed As I got up, Straightening the pillows And pulling the blanket and sheet up, Just enough To resemble tidy, While the not-a-lap-dog Slept stubbornly, Still claiming the space My legs were forced to abandon. By the time My teeth were brushed, She had excavated Her way back Under the blanket, Snoring, With her greying muzzle Resting comfortably On my pillow. October 14, 2025
Less than a decade Away, From McCartney's inquiry, Wondering About the passage Of time and grey hair, Without A "you" To need me or feed me, Or lock the door. Sixty-four Was once A distant journey, But grows visible On the horizon, As the sun dips Lower on the horizon, And winter approaches. October 14, 2025
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The brown-eyed mutt Stares at me, From under the table, While I sip my coffee And ponder Words. She's never willing To believe That I don't Have food To share, And listens To my clacking, Waiting for the long pauses, To press her nose Against my leg, In case I'd forgotten Her warm presence At my feet. Often, When the clacking Finally stops, She'll come out From beneath the table, To sit Beside my chair And poke me in the thigh With her rough paw, Letting me know It's time For her to pee. May 18, 2025
She’s a bit bossy and impatient … and definitely neurotic … but she’s much loved.
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