Kenzie Blue

You can teach an old dog new tricks. In two years, Kenzie has come a long way with us. She used to be afraid of anyone who got too close to her. Physically, she would freeze in place. But, she kept her distance emotionally, too. Kenzie seemed to always expect the worst.

With consistent rules, routine, healthy diet and treat program, we all wore her down. Of course, at the root of all of this is love. Gradually, Kenzie caught onto this. She learned that Stella is her BFF, sister, and her anchor. Of course, Stella is the reluctant alpha-dog. Yet, she showed Kenzie the ropes, as well as the finer things in life.

Kenzie learned that good manners will get you healthy treats. She learned how to sit still, and how to shake hands (“Friends?”). She learned the wonders of freedom in a huge fenced yard, too. And, that squirrels are very fast. Kenzie learned about being a family dog.

Kenzie learned about comfy beds, and that they can be shared with cats. Who knew? She also found out that cats are actually pretty cool. Choe Jo taught Kenzie how to cuddle.  She learned how to accept love.

It took Kenzie quite awhile to realize that this is a permanent arrangement. Once she realized that we are all safe and that she is safe with us, she developed separation anxiety. She could not bear the thought of Stella being away from her. She was terrified if we left home without her. Her panic was obvious. That was when Kenzie started carrying our socks around. She would steal them, put them in her bed, and sleep with them. She still does. But, it’s okay, because she feels better when she has our socks.

At eleven years old, Kenzie is right where she is meant to be. She is safe, loved, spoiled, and happy. She has several cat siblings who hang around her. She loves to run and gets the zoomies at least once a day. Her Sheltie sister, Stella, helps her run them off. When the zoomies are all depleted, there are nice comfy beds to relax in. She is happy,  secure, and she is Home. 

Life is good. Right, Kenzie? Happy, happy, happy. We plan on keeping it that way, too. 

 ~Happy 11th Birthday, Kenzie Blue~
We love you very much!


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Friendly Fill-ins: Week 85

We are happy you are here for another week of friendly sharing! As always, you can find the fill-ins here and at each Thursday. On Fridays, we post the link for sharing. You are welcome to answer in the comments, but if you link up, more people can share.
We had a very busy weekend with family last week. This weekend, it will be all about our family and home. It will be fun to be all together. I am hoping the tree survives Bee and Clyde, but mostly Bee. The others do not really seem very impressed by it. Grizelda and Maggie just work around it. Chloe Jo likes to look at it. George waits under it for his minions. Clyde thinks it is pretty cool. But, Bee…Bee cannot resist the lights, decorations, and the tree itself. She loves this Christmas stuff.

Sparks will be open on Monday. The link always stays open Monday -Friday. Please link up whenever you have a chance. I really feel that each post makes the world a little bit better. Your energy has the power to change people’s outlook, make their day, help them through a rough patch. I know you all make a difference for me. Thank you. Hugs.
Please be good to You this holiday season. And, to all of your loved ones, including those furry kids. We wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
1. I can’t wait to see Bill open my gift(s) to him. Just seeing him relax in his own chair, surrounded by all of the furkids will be wonderful! This is the first Christmas in years that we have truly been at home together. He has either been away, or coming, or going. Last year he came home but we rushed off to be with his sister’s family. This year we will be at home as a family! It will be great to see him able to relax and enjoy the holidays.

2. I have had the same Christmas mug for many Christmases. It says, “This is my Bah Hum Mug”. I start using it the day after Thanksgiving, as I celebrate Black Friday with Chloe Jo. The mug is a reminder of the importance of true Christmas spirit.

3. I would not mind if Santa were to bring me time in a bottle. There just never seems to be enough time to accomplish things the way I want to. It seems that no matter how organized I get, (with detailed lists) there is still not enough time to do it all. I try!

4. On Christmas Eve, I always go to Mass. This takes precedence over anything else. It is Jesus’ birthday, so He comes first! Another tradition is homemade oyster stew for dinner. These are traditions that we have had since our first married Christmas, thirty-six years ago.

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~Merry Christmas to One & All!~
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As I shopped for groceries this week, I contemplated the holiday. Thanksgiving is meant to be just that: a time to give thanks. Time and circumstance has made that time different things to different people. However, it does not change the meaning of the holiday.
As I put things in my cart and checked them off of my list, I thought of the many things that I am thankful for. The word “bounty” came into my head. I actually stopped to think about the real meaning of the word.
noun: bounty; plural: bounties
-something given or occurring in generous amounts; generosity, liberality.
I looked around at all of the food displays. The shelves and bins and tables…all full. As I got the things for our holiday dinner, I thought of the bounty of food that God has blessed us with every day. We do understand, and are thankful.
As I continued shopping, I remembered other things that I had neglected to put on the list. So, I thought carefully to avoid another trip to crazy town. I added the items to the cart. Nothing frivolous, but things that we needed. There are always things around the house that need to be replenished.
The cats needed litter, so I stuffed that under the cart. The dogs needed the special “senior” treats. Kenzie is a senior and Stella is middle-aged. We are conscious of their needs to stay healthy. Their bounty, I thought with a chuckle. Yes, but they are part of our bounty, too.
Bill needed some things for his trucking life. A man has to maintain his health even when on the road. He isn’t getting any younger, either. But, he is certainly a big part of my bounty.
Finally, I checked out of the store. I thought about bounty all of the way home. I looked at everything. I watched the squirrels and their bounty of nut holes in my flower beds. I watched the last of the Sandhill Crane and their bounty of companionship on their southward travel. I waved back to nice neighbors who waved to me. I watched the sun peek out of grey rain clouds.

Again, I marveled at the bounty that we are blessed with every day. We are blessed in so many ways by a very generous God. That is what “bounty” is. It is not only about the things we have, but that God is generous in His giving. God is good. And, I am thankful. 

Day Twenty-Two in my Giving Thanks series

Dinner Guest

Everyone was happy that Reba was bringing a friend for Thanksgiving dinner. Bert was a farm worker just looking for a fresh start, Reba said.

When they arrived, Reba told them that Bert was outside, enjoying the day. Looking out, they saw a turkey standing in the sun, with what seemed to be a smile on his face.

That was when they realized Bert was the turkey who had just been given the presidential pardon.

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