The Dog Days of Winter


| 4/6/2009 4:26:44 PM


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CindyMurphyBlog.jpgWhen the Dog Star, Sirius, rises with the sun to create the hottest days of summer, we call them the “dog days.” Torrid heat causes a languid stagnation, which is where the “dog days” get their second definition: a stagnant time period marked by a dull lack of progress. My dog days this year were neither of these. They occurred mid-November and lasted until the end of March when the sun rarely made an appearance, and created even less heat. These dark, winter days weren’t dull either; there was quite a bit of excitement to them.

Cat relaxing on the stairs

Ahhh, to be completely relaxed ...

Cat looking over his domain

To be King of your Domain ...



Cindy's cats Dusty and Ranger

Cindy Murphy
4/14/2009 2:30:30 PM

Hey, Lori. I was just thinkin' 'bout you; I just received the latest issue of Grit, and saw your name on some of the photos - as usual fantastic photography. Hope all is well your way, and that spring has arrived there. (Mother Nature here hasn't quite made up her mind whether to give up her winter garb, or go for her more colorful spring wardrobe). I completely understand about the extra responsibility of having a dog, (ya gotta admit cats are the easier of the two species). If the decision were based soley on my desires, we would have missed out on the joys of having one in the family again. Shelbs, (with the backing of Shannon), did her homework though, and presented quite the convincing argument, complete with hand-drawn graphs, and a computer presentation. This well-thought out plan came just weeks after an equally well-thought out plan and presentation on the merits of owning exotic breeds of pigs. I know my daughter - and she knows me; ask for something outrageous and without a chance you'll get first, and chances are the thing you really want will be agreed to without a whole lot of resistance. It doesn't always work, (I'm on to her....shhhh, don't say a word), but in this instance, it did.


Lori
4/14/2009 6:24:49 AM

Hi Cindy! We lost our dog, Bear, a few years back and haven't gotten another since. I'm still not ready for another one yet. I'm not ready for the extra responsibility right now, we have enough other stuff going on. We do have a cat though, Miss Belle, AKA "The Princess"! She definitely has a cat personality. She is not a child's cat. As a matter of fact, when children enter the house she runs and hides. She is very fussy about her appearance and seems to be washing herself all the time. This is a good thing, but it is amusing too. She will get finished bathing herself, and if we pet her she looks at us as if to say "I just washed that, now I have to redo it!" When this happens my hubby will say " Now you've gone and soiled the princess, how dare you?" She won't let just anyone touch her, but she is very lovey dovey to Jim and I. At bedtime she will come in with us and give us " Hugs and Kisses".


Cindy Murphy
4/11/2009 9:02:45 PM

Hiya, Dave. Sounds like your dog days spent with your Grandpa fishing were good ones. I've got many fond memories of fishing with my Dad and brothers too - mostly for perch; there is nothing as rewarding after spending an early summer morning fishing, as having an evening meal of fresh pan-fried perch. I don't remember catching many carp - actually only one specifically. I remember it because it was HUGE. My dad brought it home and "planted" it under my maple tree as fertilizer - each of us kids had our own maples that were planted when we were born. I've never heard of the "sun dogs". It sounds like fun; I wanna try! Sometimes I come home from work at the nursery in those hot August days, sweating and covered in dirt and Hubs will start a water fight with the hose just to cool me off. Once, he picked me up, and dumped me in the kiddie pool that the girls had when they were younger. Of course, I put up a fight...but not too much of one, because the I knew how good that cold water was going to feel! I have to admit to being more of a cat person than a dog person...probably because I've had a lot more cats in my life than dogs. Tucker, the beagle, was our last before Quetta, and the memory of him, I think, had a lot to do with why we didn't get another dog until now. I know it was in the back of my mind that no dog could ever compare to our sweet beagle. But you said it well, when you wrote "each one is special". You can't compare one dog to another in terms of how much they will bring to your life - each enriches their owner's life in ways that are uniquely their own.







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