Siggy's Blurbs

Coco Is A Real Lady

siggy — Sat, 19 May 2012 12:14:56 +0000

Coco is a long haired eighty pound dog completely black with a splash of white on her throat. She is a real lady. When she wants a belly rub, she will raise her leg slowly and demurely to indicate it. She will sit there crossing her front legs real lady-like. At the moment she is the only one outside. She likes her privacy. She is out cradling her bone. No one is going to get it. She knows our bedroom routine and almost every night is found lying on one side of the bed. She is extremely gentle although when she gets excited she will “mouth” you although she has never bitten anyone. She is one sweet dog. Sweetie, her Mom, always defers to her (and her brother Tilla). Her Mom does not have one aggressive bone in her body. Her Mom is a golden retriever so Coco’s gentle nature is not that surprising although Coco can be quite insistent when she wants to go out–a quality her Mom would never have.

Pax, The Bemused Elder, In Our Pack Of Dogs

siggy — Fri, 18 May 2012 20:43:06 +0000

Pax is a Rottweiler mix, one scary ninety pound dog. He is twelve and most of the time has this bemused expression in his face. Tilla, his son, loves to tease him. He will have a bone in his mouth and run alongside him cheek to cheek eliciting warning barks from him. Tilla know how far to tease him. I really got mad at Pax the other day. I bought our favorite crusty rye bread and broke off a piece. I was not paying close attention for a second or two, temporarily laid it on the ground and Pax swiped it. I was going to grab it out of his mouth but my other dissuaded me from doing that. I was pissed. He did it again. He is a great bagel thief too. Don’t lay one nearby: he will grab it so quickly you will never see him do it. He is getting a little crotchety. He has his favorite spot in the yard–in one corner and will bark at anyone who has the temerity to pass nearby. He is not really mean. He just looks the part. He is one dog I never want to get loose.

Coco Is Cute, Her Six Inch Bone Is Hanging From Her Mouth

siggy — Fri, 18 May 2012 12:11:50 +0000

Coco is cute, her six inch bone is hanging from her mouth. She is outside and no other dog was going to get it. She is guarding her bone. I gave out two bones last night and you can bet if she releases her bone in the yard she will remember exactly where she left it. Sometimes our four dogs play musical chairs with the bones but often Coc0 will dash out in the yard only with the bone firmly in her mouth. No one else is going to get it.

These Were The Two Who Were Not Chosen

siggy — Fri, 18 May 2012 12:00:09 +0000

These were the two who were not chosen. There were six in our litter. And we sold four–two each to two separate men. Our dogs, Pax and Sweetie, had a litter–their only one. And I did not have the heart to tell my wife to sell any of the two remaining pups and separate them. One turned out to be a real sweet heart– Coco a long haired female with the cutest fluffy black ears. The other one was a rascal but one smart and athletic dog–Tilla. His original name was Atilla the Hun. He was the only one of four who could jump the fence we built a year later, which necessitated building it even higher. Before the fence was built we had another problem: he could let himself out the front door: he learned how to pop open the front latch and then we had chase him all over the neighborhood every time we forgot to lock the front door. Anyway, God in his wisdom made them perfect choices for us. So you never know. Both of them were, by the way, black like all of rest of the litter.

Sometimes Depression Dissipates When You Get Going

siggy — Thu, 17 May 2012 11:39:27 +0000

Sometimes depression dissipates when you get going. I was somewhat depressed. I started doing some straightening up in my house. An hour later I realized it had left me. It helps sometimes to get physically moving. I forgot about my depression.

One Chipmunk Discovered The Bird Seed

siggy — Thu, 17 May 2012 11:31:33 +0000

One chipmunk discovered the birdseed strewn on the ground and was helping himself to it. I don’t know exactly why but I love watching them. Later on he climbed up the tree and was ten feet up. Usually you only see them on the ground. Let us see if he comes back now. He does not have to work too hard to feed himself. I sprinkle bird seed on the ground every day or two.

A Dying Breed In Pennsylvania

siggy — Tue, 15 May 2012 19:27:54 +0000

I get gas usually at the same station. He pumps my gas and I don’t even have to leave my car. This owner is a dying breed. It is his gas station. Customer service matters. It always matters. And part of the problem with big corporations there is always another customer but I tell you even there customer service matters. Word of mouth always gets around if you were mistreated. Customer service always matters.

I Really Did Not Want To Discourage Tilla

siggy — Tue, 15 May 2012 19:21:04 +0000

I was in the bedroom and Tilla three times jumped on my bed. Twice I shooed him away. It was his exuberant way of greeting me and being petted. Yes, he left some paw prints. It had been raining. It was such a small price to pay. I wish some of my friends were that openly affectionate. His paw prints will wash out.

I Am Convinced God Created Marriage For Only One Reason…

siggy — Tue, 15 May 2012 12:30:48 +0000

I am convinced God, the Almighty whatever name you chose to call the , “The Higher Power” created marriage for only one reason– to teach one another how to love. Each human is very much flawed.

And we are all sinners. The vows say for better or worse for a reason. Sometimes we get sick. And each of us know we will not make it out alive in this world.

Each person is flawed. A marriage exposes those flaws you possess to your fellow partner. And somehow you need to work out your differences. Forgiveness is the glue that makes it all work. If you don’t forgive your mate at the end of the day, bitterness sets in.

We need a clean slate at the beginning of each day. Learning to love one unconditionally frees the other. A marriage forces you to learn how to love properly another human being. And tests us like nothing else.

Sure, God created Eve for Adam was alone but nevertheless they both were very flawed when they came out of the Garden. Both of them now faced sin (and their very flawed nature). Marriage forces you to love in a way no other institution does.

It Was The Smallest Cottontail I Have Ever Seen

siggy — Tue, 15 May 2012 12:14:47 +0000

It was the smallest cottontail I have ever seen. I was in my car on my road a few miles away. And spotted the tiny rabbit on the right side. He could not have been very old. It was the tiniest one I have ever seen. Maybe it was five inches long. The cottontail immediately vanished into the undergrowth.

Sometimes Your Animals Don’t Like You

siggy — Tue, 15 May 2012 12:03:47 +0000

Sometimes your animals don’t like you. Cheyenne a beautiful grey and white long haired cat simply does not like me. Almost every time I approach him he stiffens as if to say, “Don’t you dare touch me.” and runs in the opposite direction. I don’t quite understand it. We have seven cats and he is the only one (minus Buttons who is about as wild as can be and still be a house cat) who does that. I try repeatedly to pet him. It is almost always the same result: he runs away from me. He wants nothing to do with me. Cheyenne does not like me.

I Was Admonished By My Wife To Listen better

siggy — Mon, 14 May 2012 12:46:00 +0000

I was admonished by my wife to listen better. She overheard my conversation with my daughter. Her suggestion was to stop asking her direct questions and ask her opened ended questions so she could really tell me how she is doing. No one really like to be given a barrage of questions. It is something I have to work on–my listening skills.

We Shared The Bed Two Nights Ago With Tilla

siggy — Mon, 14 May 2012 12:40:57 +0000

Both of us two nights ago entered our bedroom and there was our eighty pound dog Tilla on the head of the bed right in the middle ears pert waiting for us. He would not move. I slept to the right of him and my wife to the left of him cheek to cheek. Both of us slept on our side. I never know what Tilla is going to do next. Thank God the bed was a king sized one!

The Three Deer At The Marsh

siggy — Mon, 14 May 2012 12:21:41 +0000

Every time I pass that marsh on my right from my car I peer down the the two different bodies of water. Sometimes I see nothing. Other times I have seen great egrets and snowy egrets at its borders. This time I saw three deer lined up in a row all the way back at the edge of the water. I had never seen deer there before. I always wondered about the owner of that piece of property. He has bird boxes in strategic spots there. I am sure he loves the property and its inhabitants. I am only briefly visiting it. I wonder if there is any fish in it. It is not mine but I love passing and looking at it. I always wonder about it.

There Are Differences Between Sweetie And Coco

siggy — Sat, 12 May 2012 12:57:55 +0000

There are differences between Sweetie, my female golden retriever, and Coco, her daughter, who is completely black with a small white splash on her throat. Sweetie does not have an angry bone in her body. She is just that–sweet. Coco is also very sweet but can be very insistent when she wants to go out. Sweetie always defers to her kids–Coco and her other kid Tilla. Coco likes her privacy: sometimes she will go to another room by herself or if the dogs come in from the yard she may decide to stay behind. Coco knows my bedroom routine. By the time I make it to bed there she is lying on the floor on one side of the bed. Coco when she gets excited may “mouth” you. She never bites but she is the only dog to do that. I love both of them.

I Just Obey My Muse

siggy — Sat, 12 May 2012 12:47:38 +0000

I just obey my muse. If there is something begging to come out: I write. If it is not practical to do so, I may take some notes and when I am able to, then write. Usually I do not share the subject with any one for then it loses its power. Of course, I do not write about everything all the time. But most of the time I make it either to the computer or my old fashioned notebook. If you feel very strongly about something, that is the time to write. Whatever emotions you are feeling will come out in your writing. Don’t let too much time go by. Now is the time to obey your muse.

My Dogs Like Broccoli

siggy — Sat, 12 May 2012 12:38:22 +0000

My four dogs like broccoli. Pax, our big Rottweiler mix stood there lapping up the broccoli juice from the pan til it was gone. Tilla was kind of funny. He started to eat a piece his, spit it out and then had a second thought about the taste and then ate it keeping it down this time. The other two also had some broccoli remains from dinner. Our dogs like veges–at least broccoli.

Another Belated Eulogy Of John Dye

siggy — Sat, 12 May 2012 12:14:30 +0000

John Dye played the role of his life as the angel of death in Touched By An Angel series–as Andrew. I watch the series sometimes and always was amazed at the humanity he brought to that role. Hell was never mentioned directly. He always spoke how much God wanted you to turn to Him. It was your choice. Death is such a taboo in our society. I am not sure why but it is. John in his role spoke about death all the time. He never used that word. It was always come to the Light, how much God loved you and it was always your choice. I never tired of listening to him in the series. None of us is going to make out of this world alive. Andrew emphasized how much it pained God to have an human separated from him. Turn toward Him and His love Andrew said over and over. His acting was totally convincing. John died at the early age of forty -seven. I would have liked to have met him.

The Easy Chair Now Belongs To The Cats

siggy — Fri, 11 May 2012 16:32:46 +0000

The easy chair now belongs to the cats. They love sitting in it. Sometimes there are three or four cats on it so we did not throw it away. The springs on it were gone and it no longer was comfortable to sit on. It is usually the same cats who sit on it so now the chair is theirs.

Act As If Your Day Matters

siggy — Fri, 11 May 2012 13:33:06 +0000

I will act as if my day matters. I was depressed yesterday. I decided to take a new tact. Today I shaved, put out clean clothing and I will take a needed shower. I did none of that yesterday and had a pity party. I will act as if I matter (and that means taking proper care of myself). You can work from the outside in. I will take better care of myself today. I already feel better. All those details mentioned matter. I will continue to act as if I matter. And I do.