So close that your hand on my chest is my hand.

It certainly isn t an everyday occurence, love. There seems to be many forms of this, which on many levels is really a fantastic thing. There is love for your pet, well, dog in this case. Nothing holds a candle to the kind of love a dog gives. Or so we like to think. Human s are so insecure at the best of times, we actually believe the love a dog gives is the same love we think we give back. Cept it aint. Is it.

The love we feel is the need/want to please. It is really that simple. We can t be that messed up as a north american society to think otherwise. Personally, I love to think my dog loves me. But I am a romantic.

Then there are the 432 forms of love we claim to have and we pigeon hole individuals into spots we think they need to go. We have friends we love for various reasons. Some crap they pull we put up with because..well, we love them.

How about the love/hate relationships we have. Mostly they tend to be family. Odd that is, because we spend years with family and we end up in the twisted love/hate thing. Do we love them because they are family? I do love my siblings. I think my sister walks on water and can build a fire with green wood. My brothers are good guys, really good dads. Mike was my hero with his 76 400cc Kawasaki. He once told me if I could pick it up I could have it. Well, the effer weighed about 1000 pounds so it was not going to happen. And I didn t want the bike, I just wanted to show him I was strong. I was strong because he told me there was no other way to be. I think that is where it started for me. This whole challenging love thing.

Then there is the love we feel but never say a thing for fear of rejection. The love from a far love. The kind that has a rule that we cannot tell the other person we love them in a will-you-be-my-lover way. There are those who have no clue, no idea how to make that love work out loud. We just won t take the chance. Rather, we play out the love in our head without the other person even knowing and suddenly that love ends and the loved person, who had no idea they were in a relationship to begin with is out in the cold because they did not return the love they had no idea they had to in the first place.

I think we make love complicated. There are all these standards and expectations and rules to love. We forget to keep it simple, basic. Love should have one rule. Forever. What you sign up for is a long time of love. Big, unafraid love.

The only person I have ever come across that really understood love was Pablo Nerudo. He wrote I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way.

Lyrics in my head wanna grap a hold of that little song bird, take for a ride to the top of the world...

Life with Madison

She is the sweet springer in the picture on my profile. Credit goes to Kathy for that shot. Mostly this spot will be about her. She is cuter and younger.

What is that you ask? Yes, she is purebred her mom is field and her dad is bench, but mom was never registered. She looks like her mom. There was a litter of 8 born May 13 and 14, 2004. There were 4 left, she was playing with a piece of cardboard by a shed and the other 3 were tackling each other, pulling each others eye lids down and responding to humans. Any puppy voice or hand clapping did not get a head turn out of her. Competing with cardboard is hard. So I named her Madison and she came home.

She has been by my side ever since except two nights when I had a conference out of town.

We were asked to leave agility training when she was 9 months. Apparently she has to chase her own target. Who knew.

Lyrics in my head even babies raised by wolves know exactly when they ve been used

Again, hello

So....*blink*.



Hi again-to the folks that read wd before, one being my Kathy and Lisa. The second being my sisters sister in law Angela and her man who we shall call Michael. Because that is what his name is. And he is a teacher and will likely, like, be cringing! at the last too written sentences. And maybe Kathy made Linda and Corrina read the blog back when lettuce was not over $45 cdn a head. Watership dog, or wd as is easier to type but not necessarily easier to say, was rolled around in cyber blog a few years ago. At least I think it were years. Memory is not what it could be at 43.



Regardless, wd is back and but with the following promise to you both that I will be as unpredictable and uncommited to this blog as I was during the first wd.

lyrics in my head: so save your strength and run the fields you played along...