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Three Dogs and a Couch: June 2014
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Monday, June 30, 2014. It was a flat grey day in late winter and the light coming in at the windows seemed pale and listless. Molly lay sprawled out on the kitchen floor across the garishly coloured, fraying quilt that was folded into a square for the purposes of an impromptu bed for the dogs or a place to tunnel for the cats. 8220;What’s that? 8220;It’s probably an ingrown hair,” Morgan said later when we sat at the table and Molly stood between us, surreptitiously perusing any interesting s...It was th...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: June 2015
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Thursday, June 18, 2015. I should have been horrified. The numbers are horrifying. And yet I feel almost nothing. It is a number. That is all. One hundred and sixty. One six zero. The dogs had completely vanished and in the quiet that marked the next two hours of their absence my mind went to all the places I imagined them to be, all of them punctuated by tall swaying grasses and all of them off-limits this time of year because they are havens for ticks. I found my first tick on April 20. I sat on the de...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: January 2015
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Friday, January 30, 2015. It is dark these winter mornings, even as the sun rises a little earlier each day. I awake to a dull light at the windows. A row of trees on each side of the room are dark gray rectangles punctuated by the black gnarled fingers of bare branches. So I sigh and whisper his name harshly into the shadowless room. There is a quick pad-pad of feet and then the weight of his body is on the bed and he is peering at me over the edge of the covers. I can see his shape, make out in...Molly...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: September 2014
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Monday, September 22, 2014. The first day of fall arrives with summer clinging to its coattails. It is warm in the woods, the air holding on to the strength of the sun, which has not yet lost its power. Not really. It hangs lower in the sky these days, but the sky is so gloriously blue and completely unblemished, there is nothing to detract from the sun’s heat. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Stories of love, loss and life in the wilds of Northwestern Ontario. View my complete profile. Not such a ruffian.
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Three Dogs and a Couch: April 2014
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014. Instead I scoop up a handful of slushy, half-melted, snow and haphazardly fashion it into a ball of sorts and fling it in his direction. It hits a tree and disintegrates and I angrily yell his name again, trying to be heard over the rushing water. He completely ignores me, working busily at eating the dead thing he found on this little island in the growing pond at the end of our road. I am annoyed when I find him way out on this tiny piece of land in the middle of the pond, and ...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: February 2015
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015. Wednesday, February 11, 2015. We walk on the lee of a hill. Wind whips overhead, rushes through the trees nearby and sails off the crest of the hill before swirling down to where we walk, the bite of it tempered by obstacles and changes in direction and velocity. Still, I make sure the scarf is pulled up over my nose; hold my hood taut at the side of my face as a windbreak. The wind began early, with the lightening of the sky before the sun sent the first of its yellow rays ...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: December 2014
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Thursday, December 25, 2014. Best of the season. Wednesday, December 17, 2014. This sort of nerve damage is common in diabetic cats, we are told, glucose toxicity and cell starvation. We feel terrible. How long has this been going on? Cleo has always been somewhat elusive, which is why it took me being away for a couple of weeks to notice what turned out to be the first sign that something was wrong. “What happened to Cleo? But as I stared at this newly slimmed-down cat with concern, Chestnut appeared be...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: One six zero
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Thursday, June 18, 2015. I should have been horrified. The numbers are horrifying. And yet I feel almost nothing. It is a number. That is all. One hundred and sixty. One six zero. The dogs had completely vanished and in the quiet that marked the next two hours of their absence my mind went to all the places I imagined them to be, all of them punctuated by tall swaying grasses and all of them off-limits this time of year because they are havens for ticks. I found my first tick on April 20. I sat on the de...
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Three Dogs and a Couch: The cedar trees
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015. But the next day, retracing our steps, entering the woods from the trail we cut on our way out, we couldn’t find them. The trail we made seemed to peter out, branch off in ways I didn’t remember, and then I was standing in front of a puzzle of branches made up of a fallen tree ensnared in a clutch of saplings which I swore I had never seen before. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Stories of love, loss and life in the wilds of Northwestern Ontario. View my complete profile.
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Three Dogs and a Couch: Unexpected adventure
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Wednesday, April 8, 2015. I picture the scene from a distance. Imagine what it would look like to someone happening upon this spectacle in the middle of nowhere. A flat grey day, a white open field, the three of us running full out, two black dogs and a human in a bright red jacket, arms flailing, voice yelling incoherently. I am not watching the dogs when Murdoch bolts. I see the snappy movement from the corner of my eye and I turn as my stomach drops, his name forming on my lips. He is already ...8221;...