Preface:  Around the age of 5 months, a puppy’s canine teeth start to come in, and the developmental teen stage starts. It will last until the dog is about eighteen months of age. During this time a puppy’s immature brain is changing and developing, and it’s often a challenging period. An adolescent dog can be rowdier, mouthier, jumpier, and more obnoxious than at any other time in its life. They tend to test their humans and even downright ignore them when given the opportunity.

Deb: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, Miss Leia is growing up. Now 5 ½ months of age, I am starting to observe those little nuances of the onset of “teen” behavior.  She has become a thief!

Leia: Hello Jury. I am present to defend myself against the accusation of thievery!

D: Miss Drama Teen . . . < rolls eyes>

L: Deb says I am now a teen. Isn’t that good news?!

D: Unfortunately, the “teens” last until puppies are about 18 months of age. This is a very challenging time.

L: Challenging? You keep saying I am a sweetheart and that we are bonding.

D: True, true, but . . . you have tendencies towards kleptomania.

L: Huh?  Me? Noooooo waaaay!

D: I think you are going to have a tough time establishing your defense.

L:  I have good arguments!

D: OK, explain stealing the newspaper and dog catalogs off my table.

L: Well, newspaper is easy – you’ve heard all about fake news. If it’s fake, it needs to be edited – ripping it to shreds is the best way.  As for catalogs, I like that IN THE COMPANY OF DOGS catalog – lots of cool things I want to order. I need a crate pad. . . <hint, hint>

D:  And then there’s the time you stole my date book!

L: I was just looking to see when we were going for our next walk . . .

D: And why do you steal dish towels and take them down to your crate?

L: They’re perfect puppy napkins!

D: OK, OK, but stealing my craft stamps is totally unacceptable. 

L: Perfect chewing combination, rubber and wood.  Besides, I really liked the alphabet stamps.  I even spelled my name!

D:  Good girl, a teen should be able to spell her name, but stealing my craft supplies is a misdemeanor. You could be incarcerated.

L: What’s incarcerated?

D: Being put into jail!  And then there was the time you stole my grocery bag.

L:  I was just trying to help you carry them!!

D: Yeah, good thing the toothpaste and box of band-aids trail helped me track you down.

L: <sighs> I can’t do anything right.  <hangs head>

D:  Miss Drama Teen. <throws hands up in air>

L: <hang-dog look>

D: You know, Leia, if you look that way the jury will know you are guilty for sure!

L: I. am. NOT. a. THIEF!

D: Well, what about the time you stole the TV remote?

L: I only wanted to watch Animal Planet!  Puppy Bowl was on! GO Retrievers!!

D: But when it comes to my fleece jacket and shoes, that’s the ultimate NO-NO!

L:  You’re always saying NO! Do you ever say yes? Besides I like the smell of you on your jacket and shoes.  You’re my favorite person after all.

D: Flattery will get you nowhere.

L: Flattery?! That’s the dog-gone truth!

D:  So tell the jury about the toilet paper. . .

L: <whispers, “That was fun!” – puppy snickers, hehehe>

D: You unraveled the entire roll through the family room! <chuckles behind hand: I only wish I’d had the video running on my phone for proof>

L: Don’t you know there’s a serious toilet paper shortage? I was just bringing the roll to you!

D:  OK, Leia, I think the jury is ready for your closing remarks.

L: Sires and Bitches of the jury. With all due respect, I know I do not have to defend true puppy valor and devotion to my dearest companion, Deb. I am a Labrador Retriever, and it is in our DNA to retrieve, not steal. We love to carry things in our mouths, and we love to have a job.  <wags tail for emphasis>  

Judge: Thank you Leia. Deborah, are you ready to give your closing remarks?

D: I rest my case.

Judge: Jury, have you reached your verdict?

Foreman of the Jury: We have your honor.  In view of all evidence presented, it is predominantly hearsay, so we find the defendant, Leia, NOT GUILTY of thievery.


Like so many others, I have been using my quarantine days to clean, de-clutter, organize, and trash things I no longer need.

I eventually progressed to my laundry room, and I tore the place apart! It had been SO LONG since it had a deep cleaning, and it was full of “stuff.”

I removed everything from the shelves and cabinets, dusted, and reorganized. I put aside things I no longer wanted or needed and will either put out on the curb or donate to a thrift store. 

I pulled out the washer and dryer, vacuumed the pile of accumulated fuzzies and dog hair, and then washed the floor before returning both to their position. 

I went through the “rag” bag and threw out about half the contents.

I scrubbed the laundry tub and finished by washing the tile floor and consolidating cleaning supplies.

I stood back and admired my handiwork. It looked like an entirely new room!

Monday morning I put in a load of wash in my freshly cleaned laundry room. 

I went about other chores and allowed Leia some time out of the crate while I could keep an eye on her.

Eventually she went to the back door which is in the laundry room.  I followed her knowing that she needed to go out. 

I was met by a puddle right in front of the door.

“Oh no!” I thought, but in that instant, I realized that Leia would not be romping and splashing in her pee. It was a flood!

“Damn,” I said – rather, I really said, “Oh $$IT!”

I figured that maybe one of the hoses to the washer had loosened in my aggressive cleaning efforts.  But as soon as I started to pull the washer forward, I suddenly realized that I’d forgotten to replace the output hose over the edge of the laundry tub! It was spurting water all over the floor since the washer was in spin cycle. 

I grabbed the hose and positioned it properly, but by then the cycle was nearly finished. 

Leia thought she had an indoor pool! She was pouncing with her big paws and splashing water everywhere.

I managed to convince her and Heidi to go out into the yard while I mopped up the flood. I had to pull both the washer and dryer out again to soak up the water and pick up everything from the floor that was now wet. 

Finally, I got everything dry and back in place.

My floor is REALLY clean now!


Author’s Note: The photographs are not mine.

“Enlightenment is not a matter of imagining figures of light, but of making the darkness conscious.” C.G. Jung

July 22, 2005: Tao is a Chinese term that represents the basic concept of Taoism. Hilary J. Barrett in her article “The I Ching and the Tao” writes, “The Tao is the way. To move with it is to be in harmony with the nature of the time, fitting with it as smoothly as flowing water. ” Hence, today’s title suggests the way of river and mountain.

The greatest impact of this wonderful, spiritually renewing journey to Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana was through my experiences on the rivers and in the mountains. The mountains invite stillness through their solid immobility, yet are alive through eons of sculpturing. The rivers, often originating in these mountains, serve as a constant reminder that water flows through the channels of least resistance.

Flathead Lake

On Sunday, July 17, I drove to Somers, Montana on the northeast corner of Flathead Lake to visit my childhood friend, Katy Bollinger Meyers, and her husband Terry. Katy and I have been friends since we were second graders in Shippensburg, Pennsylvania. When we parted ways after graduating from high school, we stayed in touch by letters and Christmas cards, and eventually just at Christmas. With the advent of email, Katy and I renewed our correspondence, but had not visited in about 34 years. When she learned that I was making a trip out west, she and Terry graciously invited me to visit.

When I arrived, Katy was working in her garden, and the connection was reignited instantaneously. We had a marvelous visit reminiscing, catching up on 34 years, and enjoying each other’s personas molded by our experiences over these many years.

Katy and Terry generously gave two days of their time to take me to Glacier National Park and on a raft trip. Monday we spent the day driving the “Going-to-the-Sun” highway in Glacier National Park. At the summit we sat by a tiny stream and enjoyed a delicious organic lunch Katy had prepared. The waterfalls, lakes, and wildlife of Glacier were spectacular.

Stunningly beautiful St. Mary Lake in Glacier National Park, Montana

Tuesday, we spent the day rafting the North Fork of the Flathead River. Katy and Terry had won the excursion, and they kindly made arrangements with the guide, Steve, for me to join them. Steve was a passionate environmentalist and had a head full of dreadlocks. This river was much more placid than the Snake in Wyoming. We drifted slowly and paddled through some tame white water. We stopped several times to relax on small rocky outcrops. Both Terry and I fished, relatively unsuccessfully, but the rhythm of casting to the foam lines and riffles was the ultimate in zen. Eagles honored us with their presence. Imagine three of these magnificent birds circling overhead in the depths of wilderness on a river of green.

North Fork of the Flathead River

And so my final two days were spent in the mountains and on the river. If your soul is open, you “will” hear, see, and understand the tao of river and mountain. It is my wish for you, the reader, that you may someday enjoy a rebirth similar to what I experienced on my journey westward this summer.

Tetons at Jackson Hole, Wyoming


Lemon the mouse with Pumpkin Two

July 2005: Lemon is a bright yellow crocheted mouse who has been traveling across Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana with me. He is in the midst of a custody battle between me and my friend Loretta who lives in Kentucky.

But maybe I should start from the beginning . . .

Two years ago Loretta came to Pennsylvania for a visit. When we pulled open the sofa bed for her first night’s stay in my home, to our dismay there was a dead mouse which had been decomposing under the sofa. Most likely one of my cats had caught and injured it seriously enough so that it crawled under the sofa and died. Loretta hates mice with a passion, so all that night she had “mice-mares;” she also swore that she could smell the decay regardless of my efforts to disinfect and deodorize the area.

When I flew to Kentucky to visit Loretta later that year, this little yellow mouse was hiding in my bed! When I arrived home, I found the mouse tucked away in a deep corner of my suitcase. Ever since then, Lemon has been traveling back and forth between Pennsylvania and Kentucky — sometimes by car, sometimes by air, sometimes by UPS, and sometimes by good old fashioned US Mail. He spends part of his time with Loretta, and part of his time with me, although recently he has been living more in Pennsylvania than Kentucky.

In June he arrived back in Pennsylvania after spending several months in Kentucky. He came by car when Loretta drove up for a visit. The morning she was to leave, I secretly tucked Lemon into one of her bags. Two days later, Lemon surfaced in my pocketbook where he had been hiding since Loretta’s departure.

Because he was quite indignant about being left behind, I managed to placate him by promising to take him along on my trip west. He flew Northwest Airlines in the safe confines of my riding helmet with his buddy Pumpkin Two, a little orange stuffed cat who lives with me full time. Since arriving in Jackson Hole, Lemon has gone driftboat fishing, trail riding, and in the Targhee Resort chair lift 10,000 feet to the summit of Fred’s Mountain. He has toured Yellowstone and traveled into Montana in the confines of my Vera Bradley backpack. The hotel managements allowed Lemon to stay regardless of their “no pets” policy.

After our return home, Lemon decided to stay permanently in Pennsylvania and took on a job as a library mouse at Hillcrest Elementary where I was an elementary school librarian. He sat on my desk and also helped me read to the children. One little first grade girl named Laura fell in love with Lemon. He was very real to her, and she always wanted one on one visit time with him when she came to the library. When I retired two years later, I found and bought another yellow crocheted mouse and gave it to Laura. I told her that Lemon was retiring with me, but that his cousin, Lemon II, wanted to go home and live with her. Laura would now be a college graduate, and I’ve lost touch with her and her family, but I often wonder if she still has Lemon II.

The original Lemon still lives with me.



NOTE: The photographs are not mine.

July 14, 2005: Today was a day of leisure to rest and prepare for my journey onward to Yellowstone. I enjoyed a massage at Grand Targhee Spa in Alta, Wyoming. My massage therapist’s technique and variety of strokes were excellent. However, as I find with so many body-workers, the quality of touch is often lacking. To me, as a trained massage therapist, massage does not just address the physical body; it is critical that the therapist be attuned to the spiritual and emotional aspects connected to the body. A bodyworker must be centered and grounded. It is the rare individual who is able to “touch” the spirit, the soul, and the physical body equally.

During my drives up the mountains and through the Teton Pass, as well as on my trail ride, I became aware of varied types of timberlines. At 10,000 feet, not many plants or trees are able to survive. At the higher altitudes I observed that most trees seemed to be of the evergreen family. When I searched for Indian Paintbrush to pick and dry press, I noticed that it did not seem to be as abundant at the lower altitudes. On our trail ride, there was a defined timberline where the aspens stopped growing. Aspens exist at lower altitudes, as does sagebrush.


Sagebrush grows abundantly here in the west, on plateaus, in the valleys, and lower altitudes of the mountains and passes. I stopped in the Targhee National Forest on my way to the spa to pick some sagebrush for smudge bundles.

sage smudge bundle

It is popular as a smudge herb. For those of you who may not be familiar with smudge, Native American shamans will light tightly bundled dried herbs and use the ensuing smoke in spiritual ceremonies. It is also used to cleanse negative energy from physical areas like a room as well as from auras. Sage is one of the more commonly used herbs for this purpose.


Do you think, as humans, we have our own timberlines — the timberline being the point in our lives when we cease being puppets manipulated by our warped society and begin to define who and what we are? When we cross that personal timberline, we acquire a sense of wholeness which affects our perceptions of people and situations around us.


The Snake River in Wyoming

“I’ve known rivers; Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.” (Langston Hughes)

July 13, 2005: Today, after traveling almost eight hours and eleven miles on the Snake River in Wyoming, I began to understand how one can form an affinity for a river. The character of the Snake was vastly different than the South Fork of the Snake in Idaho. I almost formed a love-hate relationship with the water. The beauty was spectacular — fast water, wild, varied shades of green, and a sandy beige found along the banks and shoals. However, the current was wicked, playing havoc with my casts and fly. At times the river was gentle, allowing me to be more successful in my presentation and in length of drift. Then sudden reversals forced me to be more aggressive in my attempts to place my fly in the feeding channels.

The Snake was not about to yield any sizeable trout. The fast water made it extremely challenging to see my fly and recognize strikes. All the trout I caught today were small cutthroat. I did catch one white fish about 16 inches long fishing a great riffle in the morning, but that was a generous as the river was going to be today.

I admired and appreciated Leslie’s adept handling of the drift boat as she navigated the water. Not only is Leslie a “reel” woman, she was also a good teacher. Leslie’s patience extended to replacing broken leaders, tippets, and lost flies as well as helping me to wade in rocky areas. I was so grateful to her for making this experience such an exciting and rewarding one.

As I sit and reflect upon the day, my semi-circular canals are telling me I am still on the river. It’s a sense of perpetual motion — gentle swaying from side to side and up and down while moving forward. The only way to maintain one’s balance is to “go with the flow.”


South Fork of the Snake River in autumn

Author’s Note: I did two full days of fly fishing with REEL WOMEN when I was in Idaho. What an incredible experience! The photographs are not mine.

July 11, 2005: This morning I met my guide Leslie Dal Lago at the Three Rivers Fly Shop in Driggs, Idaho. Leslie selected my flies for the day’s fishing, and then we stopped to get my Idaho fishing license and lunch before heading to the South Fork of the Snake River. Leslie and I started to talk like old buddies, discovering commonalities as well as diversities.

Leslie Dal Lago

The weather was exquisitiely perfect — clear blue sky, no humidity, indescribable. Leslie set the drift boat into the river and spent a few minutes giving me pointers on fishing wet, not one of my better fishing skills. For those of you not versed in fly fishing terminology, wet refers to fishing under the surface. Dry is fishing on the surface of the water. Much of the time I was fishing two lures tied to the tippet. I didn’t have to do anything. Leslie tied on all the flies and replaced leaders ripped off by stones and branches.

The Snake River is clear, cold, and gorgeous — the water temperature was around 52 degrees. The water flows fast, and Leslie was expert at handling the drift boat. We started the morning fishing nymphs, and I caught two white fish. Leslie explained that white fish were a predictor of stream health — where there are white fish, there are trout. The trout in these waters are native and wild. We varied the fishing — at times I fished as the boat drifted, and other times I fished one spot, both from the boat or while wading.

Eventually, I hooked my first trout, a cutthroat, easily identified by the red slash on the trout’s throat. All trout I hooked were cutthroat; the first two were both about 17 inches — beautiful fish!

cutthroat trout

We ate lunch in the boat under the shade of a big tree — feeding ourselves and hoping to finish our lunch before the trout started to feed on the surface. There was a stonefly hatch on, and the trout started to feed actively on the surface from about 1 until 4pm. I missed many strikes, and hooked two that escaped before we were able to net them. In all, I caught six; four were cutthroat.

Along with the fantastic fishing, I was also privileged to see my first bald eagle — not one, but three! What magnificent birds — just awe inspiring. We also saw ospreys, a peregrine falcon, a mother merganser duck with her babies, magpies, ravens, and fresh water pelicans.

There was so much more about the day which was intangible and cannot be described. At times Leslie and I were seemingly the only people on a wildly, beautiful river, surrounded by an unblemished environment which restored my soul and replenished the sense of balance we tend to lose living in this frenzied, often senseless world.

When we returned to Driggs, I stopped at the grocery store and bought food so I could eat in my cottage. I even bought a bottle of Chardonnay! I had a microwave oven and a small refrigerator, so I stocked up for my 4 day stay in Driggs.

When I got out of my car back at the lodge, right at my feet was a black and white magpie feather, just for me! Certainly a magical and symbolic ending to an unbelievable day.


Teton National Forest

Author’s Note: During my quarantine cleanout, I came across my journal which I kept in July 2005 when I traveled out west. I went alone, rented a car, and drove through Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana. It was a spectacular trip, and I loved the opportunity to be spontaneous, stopping whenever something pulled my spirit. I decided to depart from a Leia post and share some of these journal entries. “Straightness” was inspired by my trail ride through the Teton National Forest. The photos are not mine.

This morning I met Deb and Patty at Teton Valley Ranch for my half day trail ride. I walked into the barn wearing my black riding breeches adorned with red horses. I told the gals that I had come dressed to spice up the west. My mount for the morning was a sorrel (chestnut) mare named Dingle. She was a new horse to the ranch and was still in her evaluation stage as a trustworthy trail mount.

As we started down the trail on the 4000 acre ranch which abutted the Teton National Forest, Dingle’s body was curved to the left. Therefore, I was dropping off to the right and extremely uncomfortable and unbalanced in the saddle. I started to “talk” to her with my hands, legs, and weight to see if I could straighten her so the saddle would be centered on her back and she could then balance my weight. I applied my right leg to her flank and gave little requests with the right rein in an attempt to eliminate the bow (curve) through her neck and body. At first she was confused, but because I did not demand and continued to ask tactfully, she eventually decided she could comply with my requests. Mares are noted for being smart, and Dingle was no exception. She quickly figured out what I wanted, and once I established her straightness and balance, she maintained it through most of the ride with only occasional reminders.

We rode for about 3 hours plus a 20 minute rest stop by a beautiful creek. The meadows and ridges were a palette of color provided by a wide variety of wildflowers. Deb and Patty both carried wildflower identification books and were enraptured by the display of bloom. I asked what the red flower was that reminded me of our Monarda, or Bee Balm. It was Indian Paintbrush. Indeed the rim of the leaves just below the bloom appeared to be brushed in crimson.

Indian Paintbrush

There is zen in everything we do; we just need to learn to be mindful. Not only did the ride through the ranch territory and Teton National Park invite the opportunity to be “in the moment,” Dingle’s lesson in straightness can easily be applied to our own lives. In horses, straightness asks the horse to load each leg equally so that the energy and power created from the hindquarters can move forward through the body with ease. Not only does this keep horses sound in limb, it also assists their balance and lessens fatigue. A balanced horse is a happy horse because it is free to move in harmony.

Likewise, we, as humans, are constantly challenged to maintain straightness — keeping a sense of correct priorities, and balance in our internal as well as external environments.


4 1/2 months (the perspective is slightly off. She’s definitely grown alot but she’s not really THIS big.

L:  Hello, my name is Leia (pronounced LAY-ah). Sometimes Deb calls me Little Stinker. I don’t know why?

D:  OK, let me interject here. I told Leia we’d write this together.  I wanted to edit for puppy authenticity.

L:  My day starts with a cheerful good morning from Deb and breakfast served in bed. 

D:  Bed is her crate.

L: Heidi and I go out into the yard to tend to personal business and then we come inside and join Deb in the kitchen while she makes coffee and fixes her own breakfast.  She tells me I have to learn to behave if I want to be loose in the house. I try very hard and lie quietly by her feet under the table.  But I really want to grab the newspaper . . .

D: I have to say that Miss Leia really does try hard to behave, but she has that mischievous streak. She always tries to grab the op-ed page. And she managed to chew up the envelope from ASPCA.

just soliciting for donations

L:  Then we get chill out time – Heidi on her bed, and I in my crate.  I snooze awhile so I have energy when it’s time to play again. 

D:  Oh dear. More energy?!  <sigh>

L:  When we go outside, sometimes we chew on deer antlers, lying side by side.

chewing on yummy antlers, but Heidi really loves her balls!

D: Notice that Leia used lying correctly – it’s not laying side by side. Sorry folks, my English teacher kicks in. Leia gets an A plus.

L:  But after awhile that gets boring, so I nonchalantly get up and start wandering around the yard.  Heidi is still chewing on her antler, not paying any attention to me. So I grab her tail.  She hates that! She growls and shows her teeth, but I have my maneuvers down pat. She chases me, and then I zero back in for another grab . . . over and over again.

D: Poor Heidi. She tries to be a good sport, but that tail is OFF LIMITS!!

L:  Deb comes out with a bucket full of something that she puts into these funny looking tubes that are hanging all over the place.

D: Leia, that’s birdseed for our feathered friends.

L: Then she removes a red UFO hovering by the roof and takes it inside to fill with sweet water.  She tells me that the hummingbirds should be arriving any day now. . . whatever they are?  But I like birds, and I’m always watching them, even when they fly overhead.

D:  You will LOVE watching the hummers when they arrive. They’re late this year. Last year the hummers were at my feeders on March 27th, right when the rhododendrons bloomed.

L:  LUNCHTIME!!! I love my meals!

D:  <rolls eyes . . .>

L:  After lunch we sometimes go outside again. When I get bored and Deb isn’t looking, I will dig in her garden.  She’s been talking about planting zinnias, so I want to help dig.  Deb doesn’t like the way I do it, so she put up a little fence.  Fence?! Ha! It’s only about 10 inches high, and I can jump over it very easily. 

digging giveaway – muddy nose

D: She’s very helpful, but I fear there will be no zinnia garden this year unless Leia learns that it is OFF BOUNDS!

L: Speaking of fences, there are lots of different kinds of fences in the yard.  There is a metal fence around the base of the weeping cherry tree and another around the rose and peony garden.  There’s a black chain link fence around the yard, and then there’s another fence I can’t see that Deb calls Invisible Fence.  The Invisible Fence has white flags which mysteriously keep disappearing. So, I decided to help remove them.  I pulled one up and started chewing on the flag part.  Deb didn’t appreciate my help, and it disappeared too.

D:  Good thing we were in the last phase of flag removal. <giggles>

L:  There was also a mat at the back door, and I know it was put there just for my dirty paws.  Lots of fun to chew and rip apart. Then THAT mysteriously disappeared too! . . . just blame Deb. She must be some kind of magician!

D:  Yep, I just whisk away anything that should not be amusing Miss Leia.

L:  Deb usually puts a bowl of water out for Heidi and me when we are in the yard. “Me first!” I say to Heidi. I take a good long drink, and then I pick up the bowl and dump the rest of the water. I run off with the bowl and throw it around the yard. 

she even does it indoors!

D:  Speaking of water . . .

L:  Another thing I like to do when Deb’s not looking is splash in the bird bath.  This is a big girl birdbath on a pedestal, not the one I laid in as a puppy. 

D:  Good thing it’s anchored in place or it might fall over . . .

L:  Many afternoons Deb will put Heidi and me into the red CRV (canine riding vehicle – AKA red taxi) and drive us somewhere.  Sometimes we never get out of the car until we’re back home! Go figure?

D: Covid days are making it difficult to go for walks because there are TOO MANY PEOPLE doing the same thing! 

L:  Deb keeps saying the words isolated and solitude. I think they are requirements for our walks?  I thought we were already isolated and in solitude?

D: Gotta put it into context, Leia.

L:  Some days we go to Wendi’s house, and I get to play with Journey. Journey is a black Labrador puppy just like me. I am 24 hours older than Journey.  Wendi and Deb don’t play; they don’t even get near each other. They just do that people thing called yak, yak. . .

D: Yes, even though we are visiting outdoors, we are VERY MINDFUL of social distancing.

L:  Yesterday we found a place to walk that was pretty quiet. 

D:  We were lucky! <thumbs up!>

L:  Deb said I could run free since there were no people or other dogs around. Yay! I love being a big girl with Heidi and exploring, sniffing, and running as fast as I can.  When Deb wasn’t looking, I hid behind a porta-potty and found something that smelled and tasted good.

D:  I saw you being sneaky, Leia. Ewww, a rotten banana peel!

L:  She traded some treats for it, but I sure hated to give it up!

D: You need to improve your “drop it” skills.

L:  When we got home it was time for dinner, and after dinner I helped load the dishwasher.  I licked the spoons, and supervised Deb as she lined up all the dishes and silverware.

I think this is my favorite chore!

D:  Thank you Leia. Good job!

L:  We usually go back out into the yard again after dinner chores are done. One evening, Deb started picking up broken branches and pinecones. When her back was turned, I crawled over the fence around the weeping cherry tree.  Boy was Deb surprised!

D: You little stinker, how did you get up there?

L:  And she said I was incorrigible, whatever that means. I couldn’t get out on my own, so Deb had to lift me up and over the fence. 

D: Yes, and you’re getting heavy.  I soon won’t be able to lift you out of any trouble you get into.

L:  Then she got out a BIG hammer and drove wooden stakes into the ground inside the fence. I don’t know what THAT is supposed to do? She seems to think it will keep me from climbing over that fence again. We’ll see.

D:  Yep, we shall see. . .

L:  When we go back inside, Deb gives me and Heidi a sweet potato chew. Yum! They are the best!

D:  Good girls!  “Now, it’s Deb time!”

L:  She then turns on the picture box and sits down on her sofa.  Heidi and I snooze until it’s time to go out for bedtime pee. After Heidi and I run the boundaries checking for intruders, we go inside and relax while Deb watches the late news.

D:  Thank you for protecting the property.

L:  I get two ice cubes before Deb says good-night and turns out the light. I lie down on my soft bed and think what I lucky puppy I am.

D: And I think what a lucky gal I am. . .


Moon and Venus

2 a.m.

I gently arouse Leia from her puppy slumber, and we head into the yard for a mid-night toilet.

The late winter blackness envelops us.

Venus is brilliant in the south-western sky.

Orion, the hunter, stands guard as Leia and I meander slowly in the darkness.

There is something inherently peaceful about being outdoors in the middle of a warm February night. 

The foibles of life fade into the blackness.

Tiny bits of light pollution from the street bleed into our orbit, falling upon dew-laden blades of grass.

Leia finally squats, and the serenade of her waterfall is like a lullaby. 

She explores mid-night scents while I breathe in deeply of the star dust.

We’re in no hurry to return indoors.

Suddenly Leia’s tiny puppy nose snuffs and twitches with excitement.

She has come upon two earthworms copulating, totally oblivious to their alien audience.   

A moonlit night serenading invertebrate sex.

Leia and I retreat quietly, leaving the hermaphrodites to their romantic intercourse.