There’s Never a Pet Psychic Around When You Need One

Where have all the pet psychics gone? Once they proliferated the channels and talk shows. Have they disappeared into obscurity?

Why had my dogs suddenly stopped going on morning walks? “There were no bad dogs, only bad pet owners.” I understood Cesar Millan’s message.

What was different? Did I need to change my morning routine? Was it them?  Or, was it me?  Had they sensed the recent tropical storm? Was I over thinking the issue?

I needed the exercise and walked without them the past two mornings. The weirdest part was the sensation of them being there–even though they weren’t.

That’s my nickel’s worth.  I hope the answer comes soon.  I’m not nearly as interesting without Max and Maggie.  It may simply be discomfort from summer heat and humidity.

When Believing Was Easy

Bumped around the house

Stumbled into things

You’d think he’d be used to it by now

Beautiful harmonies rang out

There was nobody there

Not like long ago

When music was everywhere

Life was gritty and hard

Lord–did that clock

Have to tick so loud?

Believing was easy

Bereft of emotion

He hung on to her every word

Like a drowning man

Wished he were stronger

And the days were longer