We are dog sitting the grand dogs. We miss them when they don't come by very often. They've been here two weeks and we have one more week to go. I don't know what's more fun. Their unbridled enthusiasm when either of us come home, or their couch cuddling.
Lola, pictured here, has to have something in her mouth to greet us. Anyone who comes through the door causes her to scurry looking for something. Often, she goes right for the recycle bin. Whatever she finds becomes a treasure and she parades it around.
For two days Lola showed off her empty peanut butter jar. She carried it out when she went to pee. She managed to hold it in her mouth by two teeth so it looked like she needed a sign saying, "Will work for treats!"
The only time she dropped it was snuggle time.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.