Greetings, dear readers.

August is winding down and we’ve had a couple cooler days here, just enough to have the goldenrod on the hill waving a come hither fistful of pretty yellow panicles.

Since Ollie stole the limelight the other day, Chiquita has been angling for her shot – and for my pillow. This, in spite of the fact that her waggle-dance was the featured entertainment not long ago. She is nothing if not a show-stealer.

She was in a wild mood this afternoon, chasing a ball back and forth in the living room as if it might escape, bouncing off of my knee occasionally to remind me that I was still on the pitcher’s mound. When she tired of that, she waited until I went to switch out a load of laundry to handily co-opt the warm spot on the couch.

 

Note the “Who, me?” expression.

 

 

 

Still, she is a teacher in her way. Joyous creature that she is, she does nothing 

halfway, from ball aerobics to cat food thievery. 

And she is a Zen master of sleep. 

I could do worse than learn to seize the moment with such abandon.

 

 

 

 

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Readers, I hope there are a few carefree wags in your world. Be well and safe, I am grateful you are here.