Honey Is Home

Honey is the German Shepherd in the middle of the picture. At left are Henry the deaf Pittie and Cocoa Chihuahua. At right is Bray the Dachshund. This is their first meeting. They're pals now.

Honey's mom, the mother of a friend of Barb's, died suddenly this week.

Honey had nowhere to go.

Except here.

 It was only yesterday

that Honey came to call.

She had no other place to stay,

no other place at all.

It was only yesterday

that Honey came to live

with us, to protect and play,

with so much love to give.

It was only yesterday

that she became a part

of our unruly dog-array,

and chose to give her heart

to the pack that took her in

so a new life could begin.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is TURN.

Come on, doggies, wait your turn,

there's food enough for all of you.

Oh, dear Lord, will they not learn

all that they have put me through

when they rush the dinner dishes,

barking like the end has come,

leaving me with bitter wishes

that I'd not exposed my thumb

to a beast of fourteen pound

(three-quarters of that weight is teeth),

who through experience has found

that if part of me falls beneath

that hard and razor-y dentition,

feeding her first becomes my mission.

Just under three minutes, and yes, the truth hurts.

I apologise for not keeping up on replying to comments, and not leaving comments on your blog posts. With Barb's recent fall and facial fractures, I have become the caregiver. It's taken a lot out of me.

Music from Johnny Mathis, with I'm Coming Home.

Sylvia figures the more the merrier, as long as I don't have to share my ice cream.