1. The rains this week were both needed here and cathartic, like tears, though I suspect the rain has washed my grass seed down the mound and into useless piles.
2. Today we will celebrate DH's birthday with a dinner out and a sitter for the Monkeys. I wonder where I'm taking him?
3. I promise to have a gear review coming up later this month. I just acquired a set of CT Laser Grips. Whee!
4. Homemade dutch oven cherry cobbler is even better if you mix a can or two of pineapple tidbits into it.
5. I've always been partial to Kipling, and this one has helped me this week.
THE POWER OF THE DOG
Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
My Charlie, in his prime.
Well said.
ReplyDeleteI seem to have something in my eye...
"Homemade dutch oven cherry cobbler" sounds really delicious. yummy! you all enjoy. ( :
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, I love that poem, and it's so true. I'm feeling a little teary eyed... Take care.
ReplyDeleteOh I love that poem Charlie was handsome. HUGS B
ReplyDeletewe have been inundated with rain too. I just don't think dry, warmer weather will ever get here!!
ReplyDeletePineapple sounds great - BUT - I'd never read this poem before. Thank you, thank you - after a long time my heart still reaches for a pupster who kept me constant company for 15+ years - The one i told you i want to imagine sniffing around heaven with Charlie.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem, thank you for the post, thank you for the five - Thank YOU for You.
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tears here, sheesh ....
ReplyDeletehow beautiful
Very sad, but so true. We love our animals so much and it's heartbreaking to lose them.
ReplyDeleteA good cherry cobbler sounds delicious. :)
I love Kipling and that cobbler sounds delish! Happy Bday to your DH...mine DH's birthday was yesterday! It was my first visit here and so glad I found you. xo
ReplyDeleteI had never read those Kipling words before.. they are acutely profound.
ReplyDeleteYour Charlie reminds me a good deal of our McGee.. currently in his prime, but we're noticing more white around the muzzle than there used to be.
There something about a red dog with a black nose.. close to my heart.
I've got to find a McGee link to share: http://ourfunwithfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-dog-mcgee.html
So true. A pet's love is so unconditional. There is nothing like it.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss. Charlie was beautiful. Our animals are such wonderful companions and part of the family. Kipling's poem is a lovely statement.
ReplyDeleteThat is one of his best. Kipling really understood the bond we have with our companions. That poem got me through some very hard times when I lost Trooper. I'm glad you're finding comfort where you can. Talking about it seemed to help me.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birth Day to your DH, hope you enjoy your evening out!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the Kipling... such a true sentiment, no matter the furbaby.
Awww, love the poem and photo of Charlie.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to the DH and enjoy your night out!
Cherry cobbler sounds delicious. And i love your photo of Charlie. Wonderful. :)
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