I want you to know that eventually, my hair is going to look like this:

Not quite as long, but otherwise, it will be JUST like that. Right now, I have some kind of shelfish thing going on with my layers and they need to “grow” and “blend”. I just thought you should know that.
It’s a Good Thing You’re Cute
I have a terr[i]or.
She’s lucky she’s cute
My yard will never be featured
In “Better Homes and Gardens”
Unless they run an article
On the creative use of leaf bags
To barricade
Against escaping puppies

Or how to foil intruders
With trap holes
Or how your dog
Can help you
Tear up old rock
How about this?
Java’s contribution
“Bring the beauty of nature
Inside
Decorate with leaves!”
Yes, it’s a good thing
You’re both cute

This needs to be brief. Yeah, good luck with that. I’ve almost got through cleaning my house but still have my bedroom and bathroom to go and it’s getting late.

But first I have to share a miracle.

Granted, Shy and Latte have left a good deal of space between themselves, but still, truly a switch from a generally pouncing puppy and hissing kitty. Oh, and that green thing is a chewed up leaf. Hey, miracles do  not necessarily mean perfection.

So here’s the poem of the day. I actually wrote this last week when I wasn’t having such a great day.

Black and White
Things I hate about life:
Rude, thoughtless people
Health care
Holding you by your privates
Unrelenting busyness
Traffic

Fast food
Back stabbing
Turf wars
Suburbs
Crowds
Litterers
Booming vibrating bass 
From a neighboring car
Greed and selfishness
Liars
Meanies
Phonies
Hatred

Things I love about life:
It’s complexity
It’s lines and flow
It’s fragile dependency


Eyes that meet
Shared humanity
Smiles
Giggles

Cake and ice cream
Cornflake scented paws
Puppy kisses
Softness of a horse muzzle
Changing seasons and cycles
Cotton ball clouds
Friendship
Love
Black and white
Mix into
Shades of gray


Time
Captured and held


Moments
Become stars
Littering
A dark sky


I did a very bad thing or a very good thing, depending on how you look at it. Anyway, I got a puppy.

I have no idea what she is, and it’s a little disconcerting to not know at all what I am dealing with, but you all know what a risk taker I am. The rescue group got her from a high kill shelter in Kentucky just a week ago. She came with another female litter mate, who from the looks of the two together, you would never guess they were related – different fur texture and color, and different facial features and paw size.

They are guessing she’s 4 months old. I’m guessing she’s younger, maybe 3 months. But I’m basing that on Java’s behavior at 4 months. Java was a much more developed dog. In other words, she understood walking on a leash, was super at riding in a car, and was more confident and relaxed, and did not have puppy poop.

Puppy attack! (that black thing is Java)

But Java was equally un-house trained. And this puppy may just be suffering from a great deal of change in a short amount of time and simply be a smaller breed with a different personality.

I was expecting more crying over her lost litter mate, but she seems to be doing okay with that, although there was a great deal of crying during the night, but I’ve been through much worse. At least she slept for 2 to 4 hours between whining fits that only lasted a few minutes.

She is funny and playful; her short-legged, piston run is downright hilarious.

Java’s not sure what she thinks yet. 

I think things will be better when the puppy gets bigger because right now, Java tends to overwhelm her and knock her down at times.

“Follow me!” says Java.

Picture puppy madly chasing Java; Java turning; puppy madly trying to run away from black, hairy missile bearing down on her.

There have been some food and toy disagreements but no biting or harm. Just solid warnings that the puppy has been smart enough to listen to.

This is what Shy thinks of the puppy so far.

I’m struggling with a name. I wanted to stay with the beverage theme and perhaps go to a tea. Roxanne at Champion of My Heart had suggested Chai when I was just having duo doggy dreams, and I loved that idea until I started to call the puppy and realized how much “Chai” sound like “Shy”, the cat’s name.

I’ve had a suggestion of “Venti”, a Starbucks coffee size, and Yerba, a type of herbal tea which I found described on one site as “a combination of lightly smoked wood, weak coffee and flavored hay.” Yum.

I have also considered Latte. I will have to try a few on for size. See how they sound when yelled across the back yard.

Prior to puppy arrival, I caught a few solo Java shots. Almost looks like Spring, doesn’t it?

But there is still a bit of snow around. Java was having a moment of indecision – bone or Frisbee?

Bone, definitely bone.

Then again…

Frisbeee!
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