Playing Hide and Go

Seek with pain is a real game

When will it be gone?




I’ve overdone it

I’m feeling surgery pain

Today’s plan: bed rest 




There’s no vaccine for

spoiled Schnoodles who wallow in

their masters’ quilt beds 

Her master writes:


      Splendidly spoiled

 Caring Canine Companion


     Great Friend

     Ah! Best Gift

Oophorectomy Haiku


Oophorectomy Haiku

Three small incisions

Getting rid of equipment 

No longer needed 





  1. surgical removal of one or both ovaries; ovariectomy.

I’m Ready!


I’m Ready

I’m ready for the crisp morning air,

the anticipation of the season’s first frost

for the goldenrods, cranberries, rusts 

brilliant scenic drive foliages 

for the season of huddled-up togetherness

I’m ready for cedar-scented candles

filling the house with wooded fragrance

for the warmth of fires 

and the core-warming of roasted red pepper soup 

simmering on the stove to be

served with buttered toast, 

for the tart sweet taste of hot spiced tea 

gifted in a mason jar, the kind with Tang 

that has graced every autumn since the 1970s

and a cinnamon broom propped on the hearth 

I’m ready for frigid breezes through open windows

the sounds of football on tv 

that nobody’s watching

and a skein of woolen yarn running endless left turns 

like a NASCAR race on a hat knitting ring

I’m ready for cardigans and puffy vests 

for scarves and ankle boots 

and driving through Starbucks 

for a Dulce de Leche with cinnamon 

and light whipped cream 

and the certainty of pumpkin spice coffee creamer 

in the grocery cooler sparking 

a smile pandemic! 

I’m ready for dogs feeling frisky outside

struck with sudden bursts of Zoomies 

– their language of joy in the soul, 

doing their best not to sprint 

through the asters. 

I’m ready for the Hobby Lobby decor 

for the fall wreath hung on the door

for the table centerpieces and plaid dish towels

for gold throw pillows and rag quilts 

and scarecrow contests 

on the town square and foil-wrapped loaves 

of warm pumpkin bread 

all labeled and lined up on the counter,

ready to be delivered 

I’m ready for a festival, behind a mask,

for shopping the craft booths 

from a distance for three little matching Schnoodle sweaters 

to wrap around my silly boys, my morning coffee porch swing mates 

who like sweater weather, too

I’m ready for long shirts with leggings 

and my ridiculous Sherpa-lined eggplant Floopis, 

my hair twisted up in a scrunchy 

and a day with no deadlines 

I’m ready for fall – 

for living life at its best!

Color My World

Our host Judi Opager encouraged us to write a Perspective Poem today. 

Color My World

I sit at their feet

a warm foot bath

speaking my own language

they rarely understand, 

coloring their world

in shades of their choosing

giving my full attention 

to every detail. 

We exchange few words,

mostly gestures.

They put on their shoes

open the door

and walk away-

leave for weeks-

but they’ll return

when the color fades

when life chips and

peels the artwork

on their flaking canvas.



Topic: Coyote
Problem: its lone daylight presence thirty feet from the house
Feeling: …“oh 💩!”

There he was, much larger than I thought they were supposed to be, right there in broad daylight – ambling along the edge of our deep woods on an obvious coyote mission – probably to leave another one of his signature persimmon seed-laden calling cards in our driveway as if to say, “I am the big bad wolf, and I will eat you up!” – sniffing the exact spots where Boo, Fitz, and Ollie had marked their territory just 10 minutes earlier….forcing my hand in this divided house to say the forbidden words: “Go get the gun.”

A Sevenling Tribute to Mary O


A Sevenling Tribute to Mary Oliver

we had 2 –
our Fitz and our Boo
4 of us in our household crew

then came the call: what to do?
5 hour road trip, we both knew!
and now we have a Schnoodle zoo

your name is Ollie, and we love you! ❤️