How I Am Spending My Summer Vacation

Summer is always a busy time. As you know, I am editing, and hopefully improving, my collection of dog stories. Cat stories will follow. Thank you to those who read and commented on Velvet’s story. I appreciate your thoughts more than I can say. Each essay is a labour of love, and each one wrecks me in a different way to relive it. I never feel that I have done that special dog the recognition that they so well deserve. I miss each one deeply. Velvet was the first. She set the standard for me.
Along with my dog stories, I am also working on the usual things. There is endless yard work, health issues, my critters, and misc. rescue critters. And, there is poetry, stories, writing challenges, photos, and blog posts. I aim to keep things positive. A thankful heart and soul is a positive one. Those who know me know that I am sincere and mean no harm. No judging here; to each their own. I blog about what moves me, and that encompasses many things.
In fact, a special project has evolved from a very old blog post. Currently, I am doing research for this very special upcoming post. The project is time-consuming, but it means a great deal to me and certain others, too. I hope to have all of the information soon, so I can finish it and post it here. 
Please know that I may be slow to comment or respond, but that I am reading and enjoying your posts. My desktop keyboard died, so I am using my laptop. I am thankful for that! I plan to replace the main keyboard this weekend. I keep everything on the desktop, so I need to be able to get back in there. Oy.

So, there you have it…how I am spending my Summer Vacation. I am busy, in mostly good ways. I hope that you are, too. As we move into August, enjoy the end of Summer. Stay safe and cool. Be good to You.


With much planning, I was finally spending my vacation in Roswell, New Mexico. I had been fascinated with Roswell and its connection to UFOs for as long as I could remember.

I took guided tours to really get to know the area. I wanted to take in the sights and history of Roswell, in all its glory. I watched others and I listened to their colourful stories. I wanted to hear what others may have experienced and felt. I wanted to know what drew them here.

It was exciting to think of the possibility that extraterrestrials could be here in our midst. However, I was amused to see the statues of “alien life forms”. I wondered how this small statured, big-eyed, green creature idea got started. 

I chuckled, thinking if they only knew that most extraterrestrials looked and acted just like them. I ought to know: I am one.

Story by McGuffy Ann Morris
My Word Count=150
Image: @any1mark66

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100-150 Words


It had started here, at the medical complex. People came here from all over the world to be healed. As a child, Paul had been one of them. That was how he knew what he was meant to do in life.
He worked hard to become a doctor. Graduating with honours, he taught by example. When that was not enough, he went to places that had no doctors. Paul traveled to the most destitute, deprived regions. He gave, wanting only to make a difference. It mattered. They mattered.
Now, Paul was back where it all had begun. As he opened the heavy wooden door, these words flashed through his mind, “Physician, heal thyself.” His life had come full circle and was now almost complete. Upon the event of his death, his body would be given to medical science. He would keep paying it forward, because he knew it mattered.

Story by McGuffy Ann Morris
My Word Count= 150 words
Image: majesticgoldenrose

Flash Fiction Photo Prompt,
100-150 words 

Friendly Fill-ins: Week 57

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 linky for sharing. The first two fill-ins are always provided by Ellen. The final two statements are offered by myself. You are welcome to answer in the comments, but if you link up, even more people can share!

I want to take a moment to thank you all for the birthday and anniversary wishes. Thank you for the comments you leave on my posts, including my poetry and stories. It means a lot to me, and I want you to know that. I appreciate each one of you and your comments.

It seems that my Internet connectivity is still a problem. For weeks, it has been flickering on and off, or sometimes just freezing. You know you have a problem when they call you and tell you that you need to schedule an appointment. They said they saw errors on our line. Well, gee, I have been telling them for two months that I am having glitches of some kind. A technician finally came out last week. Remember when they were called repairmen? They used to actually fix things, too. But, there are still problems. Hail Mary, pray for us.

I hope you are enjoying nice weather and Summer fun with loved ones. Please remember to hydrate your furkids and fur-friends, as well as yourself. Keep cool and safe, everyone!

The fill-ins took some contemplation this week. Don’t you agree? Here are my completed fill-ins:

1. A prop from a tv show or film I would like to own is anything from the career of Bette Davis. She truly was the Grande Dame of Hollywood’s Golden Era. She relied solely on her talent and training, never needed fluff like many celebrities do today. She was always intelligent, classy, and still outspoken. Yet, she had a sharp wit, lots of spunk, and a strong will. I respect these qualities in a woman.

2. My oldest friendship is with my best friend, Bill. The journey of life has many twists and turns. There are people who ride along with us for only a short while. Sometimes, they are there to help us through a period in our lives, or perhaps we serve a purpose for them. We learn from some people in our lives, yet we teach others. And, then there are those truly special people who remain. Through it all, Bill has remained.

3. Whenever I think of a storyline or poetic thought, I always stop what I am doing and write it down. If I don’t, it is gone forever. I have had that happen too many times. Of course, I have dozens of bits and pieces of poems and stories that need to be finished. I know, I am working on that.

“You learn to write by writing.”

4. The best reprisal to someone who has hurt you or judged you unfairly is to rise above them, their words, and their actions. Show them who you are and what you are really made of. Prove them wrong. In the end, only good can come from that. Be the change.

~May someone always have your back!~

Now, it’s your turn. Please link up with us here. Or, you can answer in the comments



Lights reflect off the street,
hiding what moves in the night.
Silent breath the only heat;
we hold it in so tight. 

Lock the windows, bolt the doors,
keeping safe behind. 

Think good thoughts, dream sweet dreams;
you only control your mind.

Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris

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Together, they had been through much unspeakable action. But, Sarge was now old and tired.

The young officer knew this partnership had reached an end. “Sarge, with all due respect, you are relieved of active duty.”

Removing the old dog’s leash for the last time, he said, “You’re home.”

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris

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Five lines or less,
using the word prompt


Sharing the beauty of 
all forms of art!

Her Plans


Bonnie’s desire to make a difference in the world was a lifelong dream. Her education was planned to enable her to positively contribute to the world.

Now, a positive pregnancy test changed everything. This was the end of her carefully planned life. However, it was the beginning of a whole new life of purpose.

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Write five lines using the word prompt:

Where creative writing is
also recognized as art!

Her Books

Alone, Abigail kept her house and yard as neat and tidy as she kept herself. She was friendly with her neighbours, but did not seem to have visitors of any kind. Busy with their own lives, they left Abigail to her own solitary life. 

Time and circumstance had written Abigail’s story, and she held the books as proof. On a shelf in her attic, she kept these books in pristine condition. The photographs in these books told the true story of a once happy family: her own. 

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Word Prompt: “Book”