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Creative Juice #255

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Creative Juice #255

Hey, if you’re a writer, there are THREE articles here for you. And nine for everybody else.

  • Design so beautiful you’ll want to live here.
  • Like dogs and horses? Then you’ll love this Instagram account.
  • For the fiction writers: tips from Margie Lawson.
  • Sculptures made from zip-ties.
  • An artist celebrates her pregnancy.
  • Does your writing routine (or any creative practice) need a refresh? Go outside.
  • Do you like sunflowers? Here’s a bunch of ‘em.
  • Interesting street art.
  • Why writers should just do it and get it over with. (Sensitivity alert: there is a metaphor in this article that may be offensive to some people and may be an anxiety trigger for others. It made me laugh. Full disclosure: I’ve never had this procedure; back in the Stone Age, when I was dating, it wasn’t yet a “thing.”)
  • Do you ever think about writing your memoir?
  • I’m glad I read this. The pandemic, which I thought was almost over, is back again with a vengeance, and I have been longing for the good old days like nobody’s business. I needed a reminder that our lives before weren’t necessarily great, and I don’t have to look at the present like it’s oppressive.
  • Chimneys used to be a much bigger deal than they are today.

Creative Juice #245

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Creative Juice #245

Today all my curated articles are from one of my favorite blogs, MyOBT (aka My One Beautiful Thing). Blogger Donna has a daily mission to share one beautiful thing. And she succeeds every day.

Enjoy these? Maybe you should follow MyOBT.

Creative Juice #243

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Creative Juice #243

12 articles to marvel over:

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Tree Bark or Dog Bark

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Chihuahua

More CFFC.

Creative Juice #197

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Creative Juice #197

ABC: Art. Beauty. Creativity.

D is for Dachshund

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My Father’s Day present to my husband in 2011 was a dachshund, something he had been begging me for. He and my daughter Erin went to an adoption event at a pet store. He selected a rescued dachshund who had been found in the state forest.

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We don’t really know her back story. The rescue outfit called her Precious. She was about five years old. Greg renamed her Rudi, the same name as the dog his father had owned.

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Rudi’s eyes eventually grew cloudy due to a buildup of cholesterol in her corneas. She lost a lot of her vision. She sometimes scratched her eyes, and had to wear the cone of shame joy.

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She loved to go for walks and would pull you along for the ride.

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She liked to be outside and sit in the sun.

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She was a good companion.

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As she aged, she slowed down. One day, about two years ago, she had several seizures. We took her to the vet right before closing time. The vet ran some tests and kept her overnight. The next morning, she was dead. The vet thinks she had a brain tumor.

It’s hard losing your dear friend, your furry baby. We only had her for seven years. For months, I said “No more dogs.”

But Greg wanted to try again. Before Christmas, we searched the pound for another dachshund. But most of the dogs were pit bulls. Then Greg noticed a little chihuahua trembling in a corner. He needed us.

That’s a whole other story.

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Creative Juice #154

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Creative Juice #154

Priceless treasures waiting to be discovered by you:

NaPoWriMo2019 #23

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NaPoWriMo2019 #23

The Dog I Never Wanted

You weren’t supposed to be my dog.
You were supposed to be Daddy’s dog.

After Rudi left for the great dog bed in the sky,
I told Daddy we’d have no more dogs
Because I was tired of caring for them.

Daddy promised that this time he would
Walk the dog and take him to the vet
All by himself.

I said no.

When Christmas came, the only thing Daddy wanted was a dog.

And I wanted to go to Israel.

So we went to the pound.
I couldn’t stand the cacophony of pitbull barking, so
I sat and waited while Daddy searched for a dachshund that
Reminded him of Rudi.
He couldn’t find one.
But he saw you, huddled in the corner
Of your cage, and he was overcome with
Mercy and love.
The attendant wrapped you in a soft
Blanket and we held you in the exercise yard.
Your big eyes spoke to us of fear and loss
As you shivered in our arms,
Tragic and adorable at the same time.
I gave my blessing for you to become
Daddy’s dog
With Daddy in charge of all your care.

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When we brought you home, you
Peed and pooped on the floor and
Hid under the bed.
And there you stayed all night.
We tried moving the
Bed to extract you, but you
Continued to position yourself
Just out of our reach.

The next morning we called a
Dog whisperer, who whispered until he could
Slip a finger under your collar. I
Withdrew you from your haven and
Deposited you in the carrier which
Became your safety zone.
For many days, you never left the carrier
Without a leash clipped onto your harness.
And whenever you were placed before its open door,
You were only too happy to hustle inside.

But you never let Daddy take you
Out of the carrier. You
Growled and wedged yourself
‘Way in the back,
Your teeth bared and ready to nip at
The hand that wanted only to
Stroke and comfort you.

You wouldn’t allow Daddy to lead you
With the leash. You’d grip the floor with
Your claws. You wouldn’t eat from the food dish
Daddy prepared for you until he was
Out of your sight. But my presence you required.

You would not go outside to potty unless
I opened the door.

A friend told me, “Chihuahuas choose one human.
Guess what. You’re it.”

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No! No! This wasn’t what I agreed to!
I lobbied to take you to a no-kill shelter or
A Chihuahua rescue organization.
Daddy negotiated to keep you.
“Remember how terrified he was at the pound?
We can’t let him go back to that.
At least people love him here
And there are no pitbulls barking.”

Daddy put a dog bed next to my desk,
And here you live out your days,
Your ears pivoting like radar sensors.
Every couple of hours we go out in the
Backyard, and when it’s time for bed I
Put you to sleep in your carrier.
You are my constant companion.

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I never wanted you, Ralphie,
But I can’t imagine living without you now.
Good boy.

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NaPoWriMo2019 #9

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Why Dogs are Better than Cats

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Dogs are happy to see you when you get home.
Dogs can play fetch with you.
Dogs can watch TV with you.
You can drop food you don’t like on the floor
and your dog will eat the evidence.
Dogs will protect you from intruders.
You can take a dog for a walk.
Dogs wag their tails.
Dogs can do tricks.
Dogs are so cute.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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Creative Juice #114

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Creative Juice #114

Oh, the web is full of joy and beauty…