Ruckus Among Us

I have been travelling.  And now I'm home. It's so good to be home.  In my own bed - with my own toys and luxuries that allow me to enjoy this box where I reside.  It's like you have to go away to truly appreciate what you have. Absence does make the heart grow fonder.

I have truly missed my GingerMama.    I saw this Tshirt that says: "Home is where my dog is."  So true. 

There is something really special about being woken up in the morning by a doggess/goddess licking your face and wagging her tail.  The flapping noise of her ears as she stretches off the couch to rise. The sound of her nails on the porcelain as she gingerly trots in and out of the bedroom.   In fact, for a light sleeper like me with hypersensitive ears, GingerMama makes quite a ruckus.

When I go for the keys to the car and her leash, she is so excited she sings in a dog howl kind of way.  Her hahahappiness is so palpable, it makes me laugh.

While I was travelling, I read a great book called The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein.  The book is written by Enzo, the dog, as he shares his perspective of living with Denny and his family.   It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me think and I learned a whole bunch of stuff about driving.  If you think you might enjoy reading it, check out the preview below.

Dog backwards is GOD.  Dogs, as Enzo share, are here to love us and help us and if only they could talk and tell us what they know.   For now, we need to pay attention to gestures and the ruckus they create to get our attention.

I feel so blessed that GingerMama chooses to live in our family with WSM Noah, the Meows and me.  I so enjoy our time together - playing and hugging and walking and napping.