Deadline. Deadline. Deadline.
Since I’m up against one, I will be playing hooky from the blog today. But,
only after I leave you with a quote and a few photos of my beloved dogs.
“The writers greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.”-James Baldwin
I will always need you darlings, but I have to run off to write a review. Until tomorrow, then.
This is how
my babies
really sleep.
A look at the home of James Herriot.
Zizi isn’t reading in this picture, but she is lounging on the arm of the comfiest chair in my studio-library.
Look at those eyes!
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”-Jean Cocteau
“I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.”-E.B. White
Chicken condo
All of these animals belong to my friend Rebecca.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”-Anatole France
Who needs Grumpy Cat, when this kitten is in the house?
“Meow means “woof” in cat.”-George Carlin.
Dogs are love. It is as simple as that. I defy you to look at Crosley and tell me otherwise.
My freckle-snouted cutie.
Cros warms my feet as I am writing, and fills my heart with love 24-hours a day.
Duncan does not have literary interests like his feline sister. He prefers to run around like a cyclone, chasing shadows. He’s hard to photograph because he is rarely still. Even when caught in a moment of relaxation, he starts bouncing around as soon as he sees the glint of the phone or camera, trying to find, then kill, the light source. Thank goodness for the existence of the burst shot.
Duncan in a moment of stillness.
“Not Carnegie, Vanderbilt, and Astor together could have raised money enough to buy a quarter share in my little dog.”-Ernest Thompson Seton
Caught in the act of reading one of my favourite literary biographies.
“I dwell in possibility.”-Emily Dickinson
Pondering Dickinson
I’m still sick, still struggling to find energy, still spending my days curled up on the couch. Fortunately, I have great, wet-nosed company.
Napping Crosley. Instagram. “Happiness is a warm puppy.”-Charles M. Schulz
