Since my human judy fractured her ankle all she does is sit around moaning and nothing I do can get her outside. So I take my Peggy for walks every day where we are inspired by nature which in turn inspires my creative writing endeavors.
P.S. Some of this story is auto-biographical but names have been eliminated so I don’t get sued.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a tree.(I frequently start my writing with “Once upon a time” as it lends a universal appeal to readers young and old.) Its trunk was crooked and all its bark was peeling. Big roots spread all around the tree, some deep in the earth and some growing above the ground. The Tree lived in a park with other trees of its own kind on the far edge of town. Every day many dogs of differing sizes and persuasions came to claim the tree as their territory.
One day, after years of being claimed,the tree yelled at a big black dog with pointy ears and a black nose sniffing around its roots, “I am NOT your territory!” The big black dog didn’t care what the tree thought, claimed it for its own and walked on looking for more territory.
Within minutes a little white dog with floppy ears and a wet nose sniffed out where the big black dog had been. “I am a tree not a fire hydrant!,” the tree yelled at the little white dog who ignored the tree, claimed it for its own and walked on looking for more territory.
The tree, ever alert for impending indignities, spotted a medium-sized dog with shaggy brown hair and a pink nose approaching. Finally, after many years of being claimed by many dogs, the tree figured out that actions speak louder than words. So it picked up its roots and walked away.
The end of my tail
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDN Canine Dog Novelist
There’s a new post on Forest Bathing. Please tell judy she won’t need to take off her clothes or use soap or water. She can wear her big boot that protects her ankle and I’ll help her meander.
My human is finally feeling more normal . . . as least for her as I’ve never been completely convinced she was “normal” to begin with. The virus that took up residence in her body at end of December lasted for a month . . . and then triggered fibromyalgia symptoms.
The good news was Canines don’t catch human virus.
The bad news was nothing I could do would persuade her to let me take her for walks.
For all my fans I found this very short video that explains some disconcerting flu facts . . . for humans
Skunk Bear YouTube
The CDC says she was contagious one day before she started feeling sick and up to seven days after. If you’re a kid, elderly, or have a weak immune system, you can be contagious for even longer.
She’s no kid but she is elderly and has a weak immune system so for all I know she’s still contagious. When I take her on walks I’ll keep her on a short leash.
No nudes today . . . but lots of raw skin . . . around my nose. I have a “code in duh node”, can’t think, can’t breathe and stayed home from life drawing. I caught it from Freddie. Yes, you heard right . . . FREDDIE.
My husband and I got sore throats on the very same night. The next day we both had baaaaaaad colds. We were stymied, since we hadn’t been out together the previous week and the people with whom we had joint contact hadn’t gotten sick.
Freddie was groomed 3 days prior to our getting sick. After Freddie is groomed he is fluffy and soft as down – it’s even more pleasurable to pet him.
I e-mailed the groomer and asked if he, by any chance, got a cold after he was here.
Seems Freddie is the only one who didn’t get sick.