As Coho and Rascal have matured into the sweet pups they are- they've bothed developed entirely different personalities. Having both been raised exactly the same way, by me, I find nature vs nuture to be taking it's course. Coho is very serious. She loves running, learning, working. And although she adores a nice cuddle, she prefers to be off and about doing her own thing. She's easily jealous and hates when another dog gets attention, but will happily share the attention (one hand petting her, one hand petting another) if she has to. Rascal, on the complete opposite, loves playing, being goofy, and digging holes. He is anything but serious, and doesn't find cuddles very entertaining. He's much too hyper for cuddles. And if you attempt a cuddle, he will turn it into a sweater tug-oh-war with your sleeve. He isn't very jealous and loves other dogs- so much as you give him a big hug and kiss first. These two pups are literally opposites. Coho will not step in a mud puddle- rather she will daintily walk around it. Rascal, on the other hand splashes right in- drinking the muddy water as he bounces across. And yet, amongst their differences, they are the best of friends. They fight, play, cuddle, and communicate every day. They are inseperable and are very protective over one another. And they are my biggest source of happiness. I love them equally- but differently, and really couldn't imagine a more perfect pair of furry children.
Just A Romantic Thought
"You are exquisite and devine," he said, in the lowest of whispers. I'll never forget that compliment, and the way it so eloquantly slipped from his lips. It wasn't your typical compliment. A whistle from a passing car as you're strolling down the sidewalk- it wasn't one of those. It wasn't a drunken internet-found pick-up line spewed haphazardly across the bar. No, it wasn't that. It was a poetically thought, Shakespeare inspired compliment. And it landed so softly in my memory. He's long gone now. I never knew his name. He saw me one day as I drifted through some old antique shops. Spilled those hopeless words before my open-toe heels. And left a permanent mark of chivalry in my heart.
Tearful Village Aura
I woke up in a very sad mood today. I can't quite explain it, I have no reason behind my verge of tears. But it feels like the village is mourning- there's a crying energy today. The sun is shining and it feels like spring, and yet the roads are very quiet. People seem upset, as do I. There's this unexplainably hopeless aura in the wind. It's slipping through the cracks in the door- making its way into every house. Leaving us all hopeless and tearful, without a reason in the world to feel such a way.
Prom Without A Dance
I was fourteen the first time I was asked to prom. I was not a popular kid, and it wasn't my Cinderella story. His name was Chad Looney- perhaps one of the sweetest boys in the entire school. He and I had been friends for a long time. The other kids in school were not too keen on his glass eye and elder age (health complications had left him in high school even after others his age has graduated). He was picked on regularly and I was the girl who chose to sit by him in the lunch room. He made me laugh, smile, and we both stood up for eachother when other kids were not-so-nice. So when he got up the nerve to ask me to prom, I said 'yes'. I didn't have a dress, nor would my mother buy me one, so I cut up two old dresses and sewed them together. It didn't look as I wished it would, but it would do. He wore a suit, bought a corsage to match my mis-matched dress, and paid for the tickets. We ate, but didn't dance. The cool kids filled the floor and we both sat on the sidelines. We ended up leaving early, and it's one of my sincerest regrets. I wish I wouldn't have cared so much about the looks of the meangirls (and the way they whispered about my cut-up dress). And I wish I would have danced, not because I liked the music, but because it was one of the few times I would have been able to prove to Chad that even though the other kids may not have been always nice to him- he was worth the time of a girl he thought was pretty. And I didn't show him that. So if some girl out there is reading this, and it's close to her prom- dance with the nerdy boy. Not to get attention. Not to be nice. Not to show off your big heart. But to simply dance with a guy who deserves your time way more than any of the jocks ever will. Someday you'll wish you would have.
Evelyn, My Little Hug-Bug
My heart is completely broken. I don't want to leave the couch or eat or sleep. I cannot even begin to recognize the enormous amount of tragedy that's struck this village over the past three months. But the most recent loss, was by far the hardest to swallow. Rest in peace little love. You will be missed so dearly! I'll miss your hugs and your waves and your really sweet outgoing smile. I'll miss you yelling 'Dawn!' every time I pass your house and the way you'd run up and hug me when you saw me in the store. I'll miss you so so much. But I know heaven just got so much brighter with you there. Love you little angel ♥ You'll always be in my heart.
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