Day of the dogs

Actually yesterday was the day of the dogs. Dixie and Oscar celebrated their sixth birthday.  Dogs. Six years. Merely words that don't do them justice.  Dixie and Oscar are physically dogs but they are so much more than that... the memories,  the smiles, the laughter, the love they've given is so much more than from a dog. It's  from a friend. A loved one.
And six years? I can't imagine my life without them. Chances are I will probably out live them, but I don't want to. I  try not to think about it and we just make the most of every day.

Front porchin

I imagine with all the amount of quaranrintines going on there is a lot of front porchin. You know you sit on your front porch and take it all in. Early when covid 19 was just getting started, there were articles on how to raise your spirits. One of those articles recommended hanging Christmas lights and I did. I've always loved Christmas lights so I didn't really need a reason but it makes me appear a little more sane. Anyway, early Monday morning you can find me front porchin. I have the lights on and a good cup of coffee in my hands. The dogs and I take in the morning listening to whipporwills, an occasional owl, and sometimes coyotes howling in the distance.  The dogs play and I pray.
I thank God for the amazing life he's given me. I pray for the continued good health of our family especially our nurses. Goodness we have a lot of essential heroes.  I pray for people I don't even know. I pray that this virus ends and our country begins to heal.
Before I know it, the sun is breaking over the mountains and the lights aren't needed. My coffee is getting a little cool and it's time to start chores.