And a Few Things in Between. The Website of Veterinarian and Watercolor Artist, Dr. I think of my pets as my children. They just happen to have 4 legs and fur. And whether your kids have fur, hooves, feathers, fins, or scales, I hope you do the same. They are members of your family. Were my Maker to grant me but a single glance through. These sightless eyes of mine,.

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I was going to procrastinate today, but I decided to wait til tomorrow. but do you believe in COINCIDENCE? This little Christmas tag may not look like that much of a keepsake, but you may think otherwise once you hear the story behind it . I rolled out of bed, splashed some water on my red and swollen eyes, took a drink to ease my dry throat and made the call.

Thursday, July 9, 2009. The Smurfs and the Magic Flute.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013. Bye 2013 Fairy Garden . Used an old funnel to add another layer of planting. Rog drilled holes in the bottom for drainage and it was real easy to move to mow the grass. Saturday, August 24, 2013.

Thursday, February 19, 2009. The first photo is children who were visiting. They are petting a poodle with a costume on. Sunday, February 15, 2009.

So two weeks ago, on the Friday before Thanksgiving, the Thanksiest day of the year, while tucking into a cheery lunch of turkey and mashed potatoes at my desk at work, my esophageus abruptly decided to deny entry. Food, water, saliva, air. Apparently this is called a diffuse esophageal spasm.

Friday, May 24, 2013. A Peek Into My World. They could be art related, jewelry related, supplies related, or just whatever appeals to me on that particular day. The photo below is of the book cover I painted for Moonshine. Many Blessings to each of you . And, as if self.

Far from Montana and a Missoula State of Mind. Wednesday, March 27, 2013. I cannot fully communicate how relaxing, grounding, and centering this action is for me, and how wonderful and balanced I feel at the end of it. Sunday, July 08, 2012.

For Greg and all who loved him. Originally posted on confessions of a serial titflasher. Last weekend I lost a friend. He slipped through my hands just at the last moment, at the point where things were so bad for him, they simply had to get better. But in truth, Greg was good.