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This Day in My History


He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

~ Unknown
(probaby someone who had a good night's sleep!!!)

Yesterday's Entries

2000: Baring My Soul 
2002:  Flotsam, Jetsam, Detritis, and "Stuff"
2003:  On My Way to Nowhere


Breakfast:  Special K
Lunch:  Nothing--I slept thru lunch
Dinner: BBQ Lamb chops


A Walk in the Woods
Bill Bryson


Queer as Folks

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They say this is a "new dog park."  Where are the dogs?  At least I get to run off leash, but there are no birds to chase or tall grass to leap over.  I haven't decided if I like this yet or not.

Check a Sheila Video
("See Sheila run--Run, Sheila, Run!")



19 July 2004

I groaned.

I could tell by the light out the window that it was about 6 a.m.

She Who Must Be Obeyed was reminding me that this was the time to get up.

She Who Must Be Obeyed has no concept of "working late" or "sleeping in" or "weekends." She only knows that it’s 6 a.m. and at 6 a.m. there is activity in the house.

"Go away, Sheila" I groaned.

In her doggie brain these words meant "Oh good--my person is awake and we can play."

She grabbed my hand in her mouth.

"No!" I said sharply.

She began to lick me, pretending that this was what she intended to do all along. Sheila knows no embarrassment.

"Go back to sleep," I groaned, pushing her away. She got up, moved a few inches, settled down, sighed.

3 minutes later she was back just to check that I really meant what I said. Maybe if she rolled over on her back, I’d pat her tummy.

She did.

I did.

Oh good--My person is waking up.

The pats stopped so the licking started. Obviously I’d just forgotten that my purpose in life is the make her happy at every moment of the day.


I decided to ignore her, but that was impossible.

I finally opened an eye.

She was overjoyed and stood straight up, that little stub of a tail going a mile a minute, the big happy grin on her face.

It’s really time to get up!

I remembered that it was after 2 a.m. when I staggered to bed and that I had planned to sleep until I woke up, not until Sheila woke up.

But it seemed I had no choice in the matter.

I stood up.

She leaped straight up in the air and bounded out of the room to the stairs, then back again to make sure I was going to follow her.


Snoopy.gif (3589 bytes)She did the morning dance, which is not unlike Snoopy doing his suppertime dance on top of his doghouse.

I staggered downstairs.

Even Kimba seemed to know that it was Sunday and I had no business being up at that hour. I patted her head and she growled at me.

"Go away and leave me alone."

I knew exactly how she felt.

Sheila gave me a big grin. Her day was complete. Her two favorite people were now awake.

Life was good.

For Sheila.


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This is my cousin's granddaughter's dog, Emma.

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