For the Love of a Canine

Passing cage after smelly cage, dog after sad-eyed dog,

My hopes, like fat droplets of rain splattering to the dingy floor,

I thought we’d never find the one. I wanted to leave. Then we spotted her

Curled in a ball like a lonely forsaken fawn on a thin ragged blanket

In the middle of the large, cold and desolate cage.

When she saw us standing there, she sprang to life and came running,

Her tail wagging furiously. Oblivious to the deafening barking

And howling echoing throughout the heart-sickening kennel, she jumped

Up and down like a bouncing kangaroo as if auditioning for the role of a lifetime.

Unable to resist her persistent charm, we cracked the cage door, and barely

Clasping the leash to her collar, she pulled my seemingly drunken husband

Through a crowd of bystanders straight to the doggie playground outside.

Squinting against the bright sunshine, we unfastened her leash and like a flash,

She raced around the playground, sniffed a few tattered toys scattered around,

Then like a playful cheetah came charging full speed towards me.

Unable to stop, she slid completely under my chair, backed out,

Snuggled close beside me and plopped her head on my lap.

That’s when I decided that having a Greyhound mix won’t be so bad.

However, since adopting her that day, I’ve questioned my sanity,

Wondering if I would survive this long-legged, faster than lightning,

Over-active, sassy, jittery, destructive chewing, hard-to-potty-train canine.

Now, nearly a year later, Bella has become the absolute funniest, most adorable,

Loveable, playful, snuggling, heart-melting, four-legged joy of our lives!

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Butterfly . . . Red Admiral

I love detail. Lots and lots of detail. Sometimes I get lost in detail. So it was difficult for me to showcase these beauties without adding my usual dose. This little guy doesn’t need any. But I did give him a wee little bit, just for my satisfaction. Colin, atrampinthewoods.wordpress.com, is the photographer of these Red Admirals and has so kindly shared them for anyone to use. I hope I did them justice!

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

 

Butterflies . . . Red Admiral

Fizz may get a little jealous if she finds out that I like butterflies too. Colin posted these photos on his blog yesterday and I couldn’t resist downloading them. He got several great shots of this beautiful Red Admiral, but these two are my favorites. I decide to place them together in this design. Thanks Colin, for sharing your interesting world with us!

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Gideon Valor Staton . . . Precious Moments

Gideon and momma, Precious Moments

Although I’m not big on birthday celebrations, I find it interesting how many of my family members were born in the month of August. Nicci, Gideon’s mom’s birthday was August 24, mine was August 26, Gideon’s was August 28, my husband’s was August 31, and today, just two days into September, Brandon, Gideon’s dad, is celebrating his birthday. What better gift to receive than a beautiful, healthy, newborn baby? For our family, August is a month of blessings!

Gideon Valor Staton . . . Mommie’s Little Boy

Gideon Valor Staton, Mommie's Little Boy

There’s nothing like being a new mom. Nothing like the joy of holding her baby for the first time after months of anticipation, and the fear of labor. Nothing like kissing his tender cheeks, holding him close, and basking in the joy and happiness of being his mom. What a great honor and privilege!

Gideon Valor Staton . . . Precious

Gideon, Precious

Babies are fragile

So handle with care

Be loving and patient

And do not despair

When you’re frazzled and exhausted

With the cries in the night

And the changings and feedings

Seem a laborious blight

Remember the joy

Your little one brings

And the way his laughter

Makes your heart sing

So hold him close

To your throbbing heart

Make him feel happy and safe

And your many frustrations and fears and doubts

Will suddenly all be erased

Sandi Staton

 

Gideon Valor Staton . . . On Cloud 9

On Cloud 9

Because my son was premature, I couldn’t even hold him for two weeks. When the hospital finally called and said I could bring him home, I couldn’t get there fast enough. He was so tiny and fragile I thought he would break if I picked him up. On the way home I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. When we got home, I rocked him all night long! I’ll never experience that moment again, but I can recapture it through the joy beaming on my grandson’s face.