The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 28, 2022.

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Hi everyone it’s Saturday again and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Linda has dropped everyone a Friday reminder, except John W. Howell at Fiction Favourites who gets so much more than he ever wanted in terms of strange cartoon characters, low flying planes and weird UPS deliveries…. Lucky for the rest of us we get an email and this week it said :

‘Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trail/trial.” Use one, use both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!

© willowdot21

The trail was narrow and shady
We walked in hope and the companionship
You running on, bouncing like crazy
If speparted we would double back quick.

You are always so good, never a trial
Your loving caring ways always brings a smile.
There to protect us while we’re out on the trail
I trust you so our bond will never fail.

Now your getting older the trail is way too hard.
Your old bones ache and your enjoyment marred.
A short walk now can be such a trial for you.
So we lift you gently into the car and take you somewhere new.

You have never been a trial
We’ve loved you all the while
So we keep you out of pain
So you can dream that we are out on the trail again.

© willowdot21 .

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

The love of a Dog.

© willowdot21

You are so tired your pain is tangible it breaks my heart to see you struggling. You are so brave you insist on your walk no matter how it makes you suffer.
Your breathing is so laboured as you walk, well wobble, you limp on all four legs.
Your wound still weeps as I do as I watch you. We both hide our pain as we know your Daddy is denying your struggles…he knows but it’s unspoken.
You may have weeks, months or days I just pray you are happy.

As you sleep do you dream of youth?
Puppy play and training to assist.
No rest, training starts young in truth
So much expected of you the heaven kissed.
You served, you worked , we gave you play.
We loved you from afar until the day
You came to live with us
We hope you have enjoyed your retirement
A princess among dogs we love you
Our children and their children love you too.

© willowdot21

Stay as long as you can but don’t suffer please.
Suit yourself this time, don’t worry about our ease.

One-Liner Wednesday – Love and Compassion.

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“Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love and loyalty. They depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.”

Erica Jong.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY. .

One-Liner Wednesday – Snacks

They forgot the pancakes yesterday 🙄!

© willowdot21.

but they remembered today 😃.

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Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

One Liner Wednesday. Is no one going to feed me?

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

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Ruby is home!

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Home from Vetinary Hospital, after a traumatic month of shocks and operations. Fingers crossed cancer cut out, there is a lot of nursing to do but she deserves the best. There is some concern that the skin flap the Surgeons used to close the wound might necrotise but hubby and I will do our best to prevent this. Stitches out in 2/3 weeks.

Ruby says thank you everyone for sending her love and good wishes.💜💜💜

Ani’s Advent: Pondering…

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Ani is back with here Advent Calendar. Please read here.

Throwback Thursday.


Lauren is tugging at our hearts this week on Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop which she and Maggie at, from the cave walls as we remember those best friends of our lives – our pets. Click on the link to read the rules and join in the fun.

Today’s subject: The Pets in My Life.

Mum, Me and Steve. © willowdot21.

When I was a little girl I was frightened of dogs. My mum and Dad decided to get me a dog for Christmas. The dog arrived on Christmas Eve after I had gone to bed. Somehow the whole family managed to keep it a secret from me.

As I said the dog arrived at Christmas and Dad being Dad and an Irish Catholic

Steve was a beautiful dog, red fox in colour with a white chest and a couple of socks. He was a Hienz fifty seven, a mixed breed, a mogrel a mutt. The whole family fell head over heels in love with him.

I was the youngest child of a big family ten years between myself and the next girl, eight years between me and the next boy and fourteen years between me and our eldest sister. Steve crossed all the barriers and age differences between us all. Steve was everyone’s best friend, except maybe my next brother who really did not get on with him. Why? well that was a total mystery to us all. Later when my brother had joined the army , Steve always barked at him whenever he came home on leave. It was so strange because Steve was not like that with anyone else.

Steve soon became my best friend, he was such a sweet natured dog. He let me dress him up as a baby and let me push him around in the old pushchair, or used my mum’s net curtains to regale him as a bride. He really was a cutie.

During the week we’d all take Steve for a walk but on a Sunday either a few of us or just me would be accompanied by Dad and we’d go for a long walk around the park. It was a huge park with a fishing lake , a boating lake, a play area, football pitches, tennis courts and much more. There was even a stately home and museum. The house and park originally belonged to the Rothschilds.

Steve loved his walks, he loved his food he would eat anything and everything. My dad always had to get up at 5am to go to work, Steve’s bed was in the kitchen, so he always shared dad’s porridge, infact Steve shared every meal everyone ever ate in that house.

Being a big family in a house splitting at the seams, full of many waifs and strays we always had lots of people round for Christmas and New Year. I don’t know how but there was always plenty of food and drink. One particular year I was given the job of taking people their drinks, my dad was incharge of making the drinks I was just the waitress. As the evening went on Dad noticed we were getting through a lot of drink. An investigation was started the outcome to which was: people were having a sip of their drinks then putting them down and Steve was finishing them off. …. So not only was Steve getting drunk people were drinking out of doggy glasses. . Poor Steve he was rather unwell for quite a few days. Another funny thing I remember is that my Dad , being a union man always called Steve Brother….this always made us all laugh!

I was very bullied at school and if it had not of been for Steve I would of been a very sad and lonely child. Until I met hubby. Steve had lots of adventures, he was an escapologist. He lived a long and happy life loved by us all. He was still alive when my eldest was born. Infact my two older sons still remember him.

We only had the pet when I was a child. Steve has never left my mind or my heart. Since I been married we’ve had five cats, two gerbils and two dogs…. The latest is our beautiful Ruby.

© willowdot21

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 72: (CROOK) in the A rhyme line.

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THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

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He is such a bully , that chuck
Thinks he’s the boss, keeps pushing us.
Why does he always make such fuss.
He’s afraid of the two leg’s crook.
Disobedience he’ll not brook.
The shepherd’s rules he’ll never buck.
Then he pushes us and his luck
We pretend to do his bidding
Keeping our true feelings hidden.
Then shepherds dog gives us less truck.

One-Liner Wednesday. 28/7/2021.

Outside of a dog a book is man’s best friend, inside of a dog it’s too dark to read!

Groucho Marx
Ruby and friends! © willowdot21.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE-LINER WEDNESDAY.

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