Everyone could use some babying, once in a while…
or at the very least, 40 winks.
And let’s face it, good friends, these days, are hard to find.
And that includes, a good nanny.
Takes someone pretty special letting you sleep in their bed, not minding if you take up too much room.
And who doesn’t enjoy a good sleepover, anyway…
or someone funny to share your bath with.
Who knew meditating would be sweeter, with a friend.
Besides, a little affection never hurt…
or some comfort when you do hurt…
and to be taught how to be loving and gentle…
and to appreciate the ones you love…
or to never cry, over spilled milk.
Sometimes you just need someone to listen, and exchange hair tips with…
or to have a plain old, heart to heart.
But when all is said and done, everybody needs someone, to look up to.
🙂
SB
Where is the beagle? We are loyal and kind and friendly. Sometimes I even let my brother sleep near my bed.
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In Central Park, if that’s what you mean. When I come west to east, I walk across and get a great doggie fix since, they are all out and have grown to know me. 🙂
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DUH…I though you were referring to our last exchange. I’m sorry there’s no beagle. Forgive me.
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Its my fault for not explaining myself properly. I should have asked where was the beagle in your article? I am sorry.
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No worries…this is blog life remember. I need to pay more attention. WOOF 🙂
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Susannah… When you said something fluffy, you forgot to add warm and fuzzy. Love this. All of it because yeah, we can all use this
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Fluff…like crawling into bed with movie magazines and M&Ms.
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I need me a good dose of that.
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My idea of a good time.
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There are way worse ways to spend one’s time.
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True.
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This raised a big smile. Twiggy and Lucy both fill all these roles.
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I forgot…Twiggy and Lucy….and Lucy…did you name after you know who? They are the cutest too. 🙂
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Lucy is a rescue and was named by the organization because she was “loose” on the streets for a while. We do talk to her in a Ricky voice when she has splainin’ to do.
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That made me laugh.
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We thought it was funny too. It was natural to keep the name since she knew it.
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I think names given to animals bring out their personalities. For instance, I had a friend with a German Shepherd he named Napoleon. Big mistake that was since, you expected him to keep his paw in his cashmere sweater like the man he was named after, he was so full of himself. Yes, you read it right, cashmere, Nappy’s owner was very well off.
Then you have John Steinbeck who always had Pitts for pets all named, Angel, so people would take to them better and if myth has it, they all were. Who am I channeling, I wonder. 🙂
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Whoever you are channeling loves dogs for sure. Sadly, Pit bulls have been given a bad rap due to innappropiate training by humans. Usually they are gentle giants full of love unles abused to behave otherwise. Wishing you a super day.
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I know that about Pitts. I’m their advocate. There’s one in the neighborhood named Sally whose mom always dresses her as if she were a four-legged fashion plate. She seems to like it. The woman told me, she’ll say, Sally go get what you’d like to wear today, and claims, Sally, who has her own space in the closet, will go and pull something out. I told her, I’d pay to see that. 🙂
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I would pay to see that too. 😁
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We could get a 2 for 1 maybe. 🙂
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I think that is a fabulous idea. 😊
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You’re such a sport. 🙂
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That term reminded me of The Great Gatsby. Loved the book and the movie with Robert Redford. 😊
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I love Gatsby too…just put it on my latest reading list…old sport…:)
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That’s why I adopted two cats instead of just one. I feel like this pair will get along much better, having the other around when I’m not there.
Those pics, SB . . . is it acceptable for a man to say “So cute?”
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I know they are. They made my day.
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My pairing today was Zen. I had “that moment” of clarity. Between the run and bike.
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You made me think of that great line from the film Hook…“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you, Peter Pan. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” 🙂
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I never saw the film but I know the line well.
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it was Jackie’s line creating her very convincing, at least the time, myth about her husband. His flagrant philandering had yet to be known to the world. She was only 34. Nice try Jacks. That’s what her dad always called her.
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Imagine those shenanigans in this day and age. TMZ would be all over it, to the point where John would have to seek counseling for his sex addiction.
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As the story goes, the news of his serial philandering was about to break, but then, after Dallas, it was all mute once again. I guess the powers that be felt, the country was wounded enough without, on top of it, being disillusioned by their hero. Can you imagine that kind of thinking today? They’d be at fucking Arlington, picketing. Sigh.
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The whole thing is so damn sad, still. I mean, I’m by no means condoning the shit he did, but damn if he wasn’t charismatic. And for all the women today who would damn Jackie for staying, they have no idea. All I know is that woman raised amazing children inside a tempest of politics and media. She kept the shit together, always. In another age, she might have run for office if it had been her wont.
As for the picketers in Arlington, that is actually the truth too. They would have. Bastards.
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She was a wizard at concealment knowing much too much, she kept inside. He adored her, but had voracious appetites he just couldn’t, and wouldn’t quell. sigh
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My old man hated her. He hated all the Kennedys. It always mystified me when you consider he came from Cuba and was lucky enough to land in Florida before Castro became entrenched. But the old man was and still is a dyed in the wool Republican who has no time for common sense.
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He wasn’t alone. I think it was a natural feeling for many who didn’t get the chance to meet her. Apparently then you fell in instant love. You know that Pete Hamill story. Before he met and began dating her, a good few years younger, he wrote a scathing essay that The New York Post, who he worked for, never ran. Well, his slimy publisher, probably from envy, figured it would be a coo, to run it while he was seeing her. He apologized to her, I’ll bet on his knees, but she never talked to him again. Sigh. He became a great friend of Bobby’s but, she was gone. Hate that story to be quite honest. Be careful what you print I guess is the lesson.
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PS I like our fluid repartee. You’re very smart. 🙂
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Repartee is in the Melville File, of course. And yes, I do indeed appreciate our exchanges.
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Yes, a good word for the file, cousin of badinage, I believe is already there. 🙂
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You know it, SB
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Words…they float our boat, along with Melville’s and that whale of his.
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That whale was a real Dick.
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That’s what I hear.
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These photos and your words are fantastic.
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I was having a weepy day and they cheered me so, we shared, me and my tears that I hope left for good.
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We couldn’t see the tears behind the post. I hope you will have a better day today.
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All things pass Lady Anne, even gloom. 🙂
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That’s good to know.
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It’s true. Life is ephemeral on every level…now you see it, now you don’t.
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Love the word ephemeral! I doubt I’ve ever used it.
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I like it too since it says a lot. Reminds me of mist, the way it covers then vanishes, as if you dreamt it.
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We are very familiar with the vagaries of mist, because we walk in it most mornings. It has mostly burned off now. We seldom see the sun rise because of mist.
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But doesn’t it eventually rise where you can see it, even for an instant?
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Our mists are the hanging kind and rarely hug our knees.
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WOW!!!! The Bees Knees of mist, sounds like.
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My Siamese would often sleep curled around my head like a fuzzy tiara. Her other position was on my stomach with her head under my chin.
Our white Persian sleeps on my side. He first tried sleeping between Pookie and me but decided Pookie moved too much.
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Cats are so smart, aren’t they? 🙂
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Love this! Made me smile. Now I want another dog. lol
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Me too. Or a cat. I’ve held off because, loving something is always so risky, but we need to get over that, right Lisa??? 🙂
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Totally worth it.
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Atta girl. 🙂
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😉
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Come back and visit real soon, okay Mike. 🙂
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