Winter Thoughts

The earth beneath my feet cooling
grows harder by the day
preparing for the deep sleep
of winter now.

Late Autumn fog replaced
with glistening white frost

Trees stand there
silent, bare
ready to clench their roots
as far as they can into the ground
for fear of snapping in these
coldest of climes and biting winds
which winter brings.

The bridge across divisions of
autumn and winter completed as
(no longer faint)
I see my own cold-gasped-breath
in-between watching the first
snow flakes dance across
my world

then,

gently prod my thoughts into
remembering what it is I am
supposed to do
as the dog waits eager
to go onward and greet our
frozen new day.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*We were already out walking as these thoughts came to mind this morning.
It’s -6 c here right now. That pic is one I took of Tim last winter. He’s started wearing his combat coat again this past couple of weeks. Cute eh …lol

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Walkie Talkie

I talk to mine as if he understands every word I say, although common sense tells me he can’t. Animal lovers are crazy like that, but when I heard a lady saying this to her dog this morning. I too, had to smile.
‘Hurry up and get a move on. I have a doctor’s appointment.’

G-Man’s Friday Flash 55

Positive Thinking

He walks.
Stops, enjoys what he enjoys
Watching the moon still up and
sunbathing
I try to avoid the minefield
left behind by other visitors.

He wanders as far as the line allows

a single starling tweets from above
pretty, uplifting tunes.
So safe and yet, not safe at all from
hungry crows who sit there waiting
silent, on parallel lines.

Ancient life on fire
so beautiful, captured by me
permanently
Permitted to grow among the
concrete dead, amidst metal and plastic
where, on warmer days than these
children play so unaware of life
lost in the thrill of their moments.

A sharp tug reminds

He demands attention
pulls me up from the casual swim
of flowing waters into which I sank
most willing.

I smile at his joys.
Wants and needs so simple
…as indeed, are mine
Aware that fresh made coffee
now in the pot
awaits.

~*~

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I had to ‘Google’ what post modern poetry is. It seems it’s about nothing. Abstract thinking. Surreal. Not making any sense. lol…I hardly ever make any sense… so, here’s my effort.

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Something

Timmy 2011

He waits, impatient
turning circles or, pacing
as I’m preparing it
smacks his lips after the feast
of fresh boiled chicken and kibble
(very delicate tummy, you see)
and, hunger satisfied

I want him to digest
so lift him up to his blanket
(bad back, mustn’t jump at all)
on the couch where he sits for
a minute or two
then, in slow motion quietly
slinks himself in alongside of me
to snuggle up for a cuddle.

Petting him a while so he
knows the touch of love
I then focus on three things.

One is my own
(laptop)
always something to do on it
keeping me busy
another two that I bought
being worked on, cleaned, upgraded
formatted, re-programmed, updated
and, hopefully both sold today.

Someone once said
‘Find what you love to do and
you’ll never work a day in your life’

Along with first love
(writing)
computers are my buzz
my some thing

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Along with his delicate tummy, he has several calcified discs in a couple of areas of his spine. He’s not supposed to jump up or down at all. Very difficult to stop a pet from jumping though. But, the vet told me she’s seen dogs with his condition fine and running around happy one minute and, something in their spine ‘pop’s and they are then paralyzed for life. So, I try to barricade the couches with books and cushions to make sure he can’t jump up but, it’s a lot easier said than done if someone arrives unexpectedly. He’s up and running and jumps off the couch before I can grab a hold of him. But, if he can’t sit by me, he cries…. Bless him.
Love my little dog Timmy to bits 🙂

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Cock-a-Doodle-Don’t

The man just down the road from where we used to live had three chickens that he kept in a little wooden run and wire fencing at the side of his house but through the day, they were free to wander as and where they wished and keep in mind, we lived in a small fishing village, no-one there had yards that were fenced in. So, sometimes the chickens were not in his own yard.

Around 5 am one morning I was awoken to a loud cock-a-MUFFLED-do…It can’t quite seem to get the doodle sound out and so it missed that part of its morning call…..Oddest sounding rooster I ever heard. It didn’t just do it first thing in the morning either, it cocked-it’s-muffled-doodle at all hours of the day… and this was not a one time effort, it happened repeatedly, maybe ten times over. I’d guessed it was young and practicing.
Chloe told me the guy who has the chickens now has a rooster…..Ohhh Really! No doubt in my mind who is to blame for my new even earlier than early, morning alarm calls.

As I had to learn, most kids think they know it all. At 12, Chloe knew everything there was to know about anything. (At 16, still does)
If I told her once, I’d tell her a dozen times, never ever put your face into an animal’s face, not unless you know them and know their nature…unless of course it’s our dog Timmy or, her hamster.
But cocky as ever, full of wisdom that she had yet to earn, she didn’t believe me, thought I was talking nonsense.

I was in the back yard one day raking up grass into piles after it had been cut. Chloe is off school, sees the chickens are out roaming free and before I can say anything, she runs off down the road with Timmy off his line, closely following  her.

I’m guessing Tim sees the chickens and (being a typical Terrier) chases them instead.

Then I hear him barking and Chloe screaming. Such a high pitched scream, as if she was being murdered.

I look up to see her running like a bat out of hell, all arms and legs flyyyyyying and flailing as fast as her 12 year old legs would let her go and, fear etched all over her face, as she runs around the back of the house to where I am. Screaming again: “Help me…. help me Bren.”

Somehow or other, she’d gotten the rooster angry and….. He was so mightily miffed at her, he was chasing hard after her. He was hot on her heels all the way back to our house and, he wasn’t about to quit his chase either. Because he was all stretched out in his chase, he looked so tall and so big!

Chloe hides behind me, Timmy is trying to defend us both, all eight pounds of him. The rooster is still after Chloe….I had the rake in my hand and just held it out to break it’s focused concentration on getting Chloe. I moved the rake towards it and told it to “Shoo” a few times and, along with it keep squawking/swearing, it then began jumping high into the air…..swore some more… fluttered it’s wings…. and then thankfully, it waddled off back to its own yard.

I can’t tell you how funny it was seeing her come around the side of the house with this large white rooster hard on her heels squawking and swearing at her….. For laughter value…it was Priceless.

I asked her what she’d done to make him so angry, had she teased it or the chickens?… She said: “Nothing”…. Knowing Chloe, I found that hard to believe, but the rooster may well have been protecting his Harem.

Anyway after that episode she said, she’d never go near any live chickens or roosters ever again…. LOLOL

Ahhhhh those life lessons….. some can even be funny.

©  Daydreamertoo

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Telepathy

I’ve always tried to teach my dogs to do things without
my needing to say anything. Either by looking
at them or, with using hand signals. I think it’s kind of
a neat thing to do.
Tim is a very smart dog. He also tells me when he thinks it’s
time to go for his walk. He won’t leave the front door!

Chloe used to get so frustrated when I would look at
Tim without speaking and he’d react by jumping up and down
excited, wagging his tail and such.

“How do you do get him to do that?”

“I talk to him.”

“No you don’t. You can’t talk to a dog without
saying anything Bren!”

“Yes, you can. I talk telepathically and tell him
what I want him to do and he knows.”

“That’s so not true. But, how does he know what you
want him to do?
Tell me because I want to do it too!”

“I am telling you the truth. I just have to think
about taking him for a walk and, he’s there at the
door, waiting for me.
I just have to think about feeding him and he’s
there in the kitchen, waiting.
I just tell him in my mind to go get his toys
and he brings them.
Sometimes I just smile or raise an eyebrow and he
knows it’s play time. Dogs are very smart, you know!”

“Well, teach me how to do it too then because
he just ignores me unless I speak to him”

“I can’t teach you. You can either do ‘it’
or you can’t.”

“Not fair.”

“C’est la vie.”

 

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Postcards

A postcard arrived addressed to my dog.
Yes, to my dog!
It had a nice picture and little dog paw print on one side. On the other side of it was:
“Dear Timmy, please remind Brenda that it is soon time for your booster shot. Ask her to call us when it is convenient. Woof!

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I thought it was pretty cute and novel way of reminding me that Timmy needs to take me to the vet 🙂

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Timmy Two Balls

The little dog is not complete without his balls.
For he always plays with not one ball, but two.
Bright yellow, practice golf balls but, he doesn’t care
what their colour is or what their real use is. All he cares
is that they are his to pick up, chase, chomp, chew on, and play.

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Ever since he was a young puppy Timmy has never played with just one ball. He won’t chase just one, it has to be thrown and, he’ll wait with his eyes on the other one until it’s thrown before, he’ll go for them. These are like a sponge but not soft at all so that bits come off or I wouldn’t let him play with them. It’s very comical to see him run with two in his mouth and even more so if he tries to pick up and carry three, or, one large and one small one… LOL

As the dVerse prompt was ‘Imagism’ I was looking through all my pics, for objects to focus thought on for the prompt and saw several pics of Tim with his two balls and thought, ‘ah ha…hope his spherical objects fit in with Imagism.’ It also is for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55 prompt too. Just a bit of fun.

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G-Man’s Friday Flash 55

Puppy Love

Treasure

Who knew I would do it all again
took a long time to mend that
which was broken the first time
yet here I am

Looking into eyes that trust
without question.
Eyes which don’t see the
many flaws
seeking only to please
tease a word or two in praise
or,
entice me to a game.

We speak without need
for words, he and I.
It’s always been that way.
I think about going somewhere
and, there he is at the
door, waiting.

He reads my mind over
and over again.
It’s him and the one
who went before, who taught me
so much more than I ever knew
I would learn about
unconditional love.

~*~

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My first little dog Treasure, came to me as a rescue dog from a puppy farm (mill) in Wales. Because she was a Yorkie cross with Pomeranian she was a ‘throw out.’  Apparently, the woman who rescued these dogs saw the puppies that were no good to sell living in old car wrecks,  in their own mess. They were fed on left overs including chicken carcasses.  She drove all the way back and when I met her, the little dog was 12 weeks old, she was shy and, she was trembling as she passed her to me. She said: “There she is, the little treasure.” And, I knew then that I would call her that name because, she would be exactly that, a little treasure. We had her for 10 and a half years but throughout her life she had severe ulcerative intestinal and gastric problems due to the disgusting way she was neglected from birth. I was heart broken when we had to make the decision to have her euthanized. She was suffering too much. It took such a long time to mourn her passing, she had become a baby. Loved to be cuddled and loved on.

Timmy came into my life as an 8 week old puppy from a very reputable breeder in Ontario. We’ve had him now nearly 8 years. He’ll be 8 in April and he’s fathered 9 puppies some of which are parents themselves so, he is a granddaddy too and, most belong to friends of mine!
He hasn’t been well this past three days and I took him to the vet yesterday morning through having a very upset stomach and vomiting. The vet told me he’s such a lovely dog, so well behaved when they took him off to do take some blood to see if there’s anything shows up in it.
I don’t understand animal cruelty, my brain just doesn’t compute that we have these animals lives in our hands and they give us so much joy, so much love and so much trust and, how some people mistreat, beat and abuse that, it just blows my mind.

Anyway, the vet called last night and told me that all his blood work came back looking good. Pheeewww, panic over!

So those are my two puppy loves….. LOL

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