Fwd: Falling Leaves.....
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So........my favorite season as the air is crisp and cool, landscape on fire with color. Wanna go play in the leaves soon. Remembering Ravenna Park in North Seattle. Hiding under a pile of leaves, hiding from Kodi, my Malamute. He's sniffed me out as I grabbed his leg and the wrestling and rolling would echo through the park. Kodi was a wonderful dog. His mom and dad were sled dogs. Their human, an Iditarod musher. When I first saw him, the other pups hid in the doghouse as he stepped forward and gave me a little wolf howl. He picked me and home we went.
Kodi became an alcoholic by accident. As I lay on the front lawn after work one day with a glass of 100 proof Yukon Jack and ice next to me, I dozed off. His drunken licks on my face woke me as I watch his legs buckle and fold. "Ah shit", as I stuck my finger down his throat and called the vet. He slept through the night and was lethargic the next day. He went to work with me daily and grew into a beautiful black and white goofus. Malamutes are quarter Wolf and have a rowdy, roaming personality. A drunken one is a bit of a thug, more so at 100 pounds, a pound of that being his balls. Kodi had balls.
He's sit on a barstool at the tavern and drink beer from an ashtray, get rowdy and steal the cue ball from the hole in the end of the pool table and run. He was fun until one day he killed a family of Possum in the back yard and got the taste of blood. He went over the edge of meanness then. One morning as he snarled at our Great Pyrenees, Molly, keeping her from her food dish, I pushed him away and he lunged at me and I had to smack him out of it. My choices were cut his balls off, intensive inpatient for alcohol, put a bullet in his head, or give him to my ex-wife. The ex took him and he killed two Standard Poodles in her neighborhood. The judge ruled 3 options. Get him out of King County, cut his balls off and relocate him, door number three was death. Off came the balls and Kodi lived happily with a Gay couple downtown Seattle.
OK.......leaves are falling. I miss my back porch, morning coffee watching the Maple's fall from the grove. The beautiful carpet of leaves blanketing the ground around the Lodge. Sitting this morning on my new front porch, a garden of shrubs filled with Steller's Jays, noisily taking my gifts of peanuts. As the perch and flap, leaves fall. Little green ones turning yellow. The lake like a mirror, across the street. A few days ago, a flash of white on the lake as I focused to see a Bald Eagle (Wambli) lifting off the water clutching a nice trout. I am so very grateful for my life in the now. My reflection of the then's, and the possibility that tomorrow will come gently as my life slows a bit now. Time for self care much needed.
Loon
So........my favorite season as the air is crisp and cool, landscape on fire with color. Wanna go play in the leaves soon. Remembering Ravenna Park in North Seattle. Hiding under a pile of leaves, hiding from Kodi, my Malamute. He's sniffed me out as I grabbed his leg and the wrestling and rolling would echo through the park. Kodi was a wonderful dog. His mom and dad were sled dogs. Their human, an Iditarod musher. When I first saw him, the other pups hid in the doghouse as he stepped forward and gave me a little wolf howl. He picked me and home we went.
Kodi became an alcoholic by accident. As I lay on the front lawn after work one day with a glass of 100 proof Yukon Jack and ice next to me, I dozed off. His drunken licks on my face woke me as I watch his legs buckle and fold. "Ah shit", as I stuck my finger down his throat and called the vet. He slept through the night and was lethargic the next day. He went to work with me daily and grew into a beautiful black and white goofus. Malamutes are quarter Wolf and have a rowdy, roaming personality. A drunken one is a bit of a thug, more so at 100 pounds, a pound of that being his balls. Kodi had balls.
He's sit on a barstool at the tavern and drink beer from an ashtray, get rowdy and steal the cue ball from the hole in the end of the pool table and run. He was fun until one day he killed a family of Possum in the back yard and got the taste of blood. He went over the edge of meanness then. One morning as he snarled at our Great Pyrenees, Molly, keeping her from her food dish, I pushed him away and he lunged at me and I had to smack him out of it. My choices were cut his balls off, intensive inpatient for alcohol, put a bullet in his head, or give him to my ex-wife. The ex took him and he killed two Standard Poodles in her neighborhood. The judge ruled 3 options. Get him out of King County, cut his balls off and relocate him, door number three was death. Off came the balls and Kodi lived happily with a Gay couple downtown Seattle.
OK.......leaves are falling. I miss my back porch, morning coffee watching the Maple's fall from the grove. The beautiful carpet of leaves blanketing the ground around the Lodge. Sitting this morning on my new front porch, a garden of shrubs filled with Steller's Jays, noisily taking my gifts of peanuts. As the perch and flap, leaves fall. Little green ones turning yellow. The lake like a mirror, across the street. A few days ago, a flash of white on the lake as I focused to see a Bald Eagle (Wambli) lifting off the water clutching a nice trout. I am so very grateful for my life in the now. My reflection of the then's, and the possibility that tomorrow will come gently as my life slows a bit now. Time for self care much needed.
Loon
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