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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here, I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
| It was either Husky Run or Pooped Pups, I decided on the former. "But, what are you talking about?" You ask. It all started when I went out to get a bit of fresh air and sunshine. With the weather colder again, I didn't get much sunshine because I was bundled up in warm clothing, but that's not relevant to this entry. Normally, Max, my Husky and good friend, does his part to help out. At least, he thinks he's helping. But today, he didn't grab the shovel and pull; he just watched and did his own thing. After I finished shoveling, I decided to play with both Max and Bellah so they would burn off some energy. Bellah is easy to play with since she loves to play fetch. Max, being a Husky, isn't really geared to playing fetch. He will, on occasion, but he only brings back the object once or twice, then gives me that look that says, "I'm not falling for this again. I brought the damn thing back twice, and each time you just threw it away again. Go get it yourself." No, being a Husky, he has his own game he likes to play. We call it Husky Run; actually, Max named the game. He will get right up close and say, "Run!" Today, he didn't tell me he wanted to play; he's been a bit depressed since my wife is working. Huskies can really be temperamental and moody. This is likely the reason he didn't help shovel, too. So, while he was lying in the snow sulking, I snuck up on him, then charged him when he turned his head and looked at me. He jumped up and took off. He ran across the yard, turned, and charged back at me. I waited until he was close, then tried to catch him, but he twisted and turned and circled the garage. Again, I tried to intercept him, but he's fast, and he has some moves that would make any football player jealous. Max stopped playing "Run" with me when I was dying sick from chemo. Only recently has he let me play with him, and then it's been pretty limited, so I wouldn't overdo it. Today, however, he gave me a clean bill of health, and we played until we were both pooped pups. |
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