His name is Riley. But I call him Pug. He’s not just any pug. He’s our Pug. He was a puppy when we met him. Four precious weeks. He was the biggest little one of his entire litter. “Wow." We whispered. “He’s a lotta pug." He claimed us when he sat on our laps and… Continue reading Time for Poetry: Pug Bug
Never too old for a nap.
Feeling grateful for fresh berries. Fresh berries aren't always available depending on the time of year and where a person lives. The natural sweetness is perfect on a summer day!
Sometimes it's okay to be quiet and observe. But it's also okay to speak up. Sometimes people need to hear you.
C-Com (911) dispatchers and call takers have some of the most difficult jobs I can imagine.
I'm grateful for nature. Learning from what was placed here for us instead of manufactured gadgets is pretty amazing.
Grateful for my Pug Bug. Every silly moment with him is a gift.
Feeling grateful today for post-its. I really wish I had invented them. There's nothing like a post-it to get hidden on one's desk only to be found hours later as a reminder of something that was long forgotten.
I'm so grateful to know creative people. My friends made this table and put up swinging chairs. Amazing!
Today I'm full of gratitude for the rain. Our dry grass and dead lawn need the hydration.