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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.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Rocking the Pink Harnesses...


  Gertrude and Gladys first official "walk". 

 Did Gertie and Gladie love the harnesses? Did they love the walk? 
Well. Not so much. The harnesses definitely cramped their style. Gertie was oh, so, needy of a friend who'd carry her. 
Distance covered? Pups or people carrying pups? Former, yards, latter, 1/4 mile. BTW things on the trail, like rocks, sticks, and who knows what are fascinating to Beagle pups. The first few feet of the trip was rich with new experiences.