by Carole Duff | Apr 22, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Local or Human Interest |
“Freya, come,” I called out the kitchen door. Though Heathcliff came and waited inside the door, she trotted in the opposite direction. Apparently, she wanted to run and bark a little longer before breakfast. “Heathcliff, sit,” I said, holding his food bowl above his...
by Carole Duff | Apr 15, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Nature |
Though April showers may come your way They bring the flowers that bloom in May Did I see lightning first last night or hear thunder? No matter. I knew the click-click of dog toe tails on the wood floor was Freya, leaving our bedroom, because Heathcliff...
by Carole Duff | Mar 4, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Saturday morning, we woke to ice-coated decks and trees. The temperature was right at freezing and rising. I knew the ice would melt and drip on Heathcliff and me during our morning walk, so I donned my rain jacket. What I was not prepared for was the sound of...
by Carole Duff | Jan 28, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
I open the kitchen door, and Freya rushes into the house. Once she’s done with her pre-dawn barking, she’s ready to come in. Now. Anticipating our walk, Heathcliff vacates the favored nest-bed in front of the wood furnace. Freya claims the warmth of both and settles...
by Carole Duff | Jan 21, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Nature, Writing and Reading |
As high winds ushered in last night’s cold front, Heathcliff huddled in his nest bed. He fears the sound of wind, beating against the house and knocking down patio furniture. This morning, the temperature outside registered in the low teens, zero with the...
by Carole Duff | Jan 7, 2019 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Writing and Reading |
Freya leaned the right side of her body against the deck railing while I combed the undercoat on her left side. During the holidays, I’d neglected to brush her thick coat regularly, and she was sprouting tufts of fur. “Good girl, Freya, good girl,” I said as she...
