Wednesday, March 5, 2008

The Girls of Sunny


We’ve all heard of the Girls of Summer, but do you know about the Girls of Sunny?

From the Aerosmith song (slightly adapted):

When winter hearts turn summer pink
In half the time it takes to blink
But it all depends on what'you think
About the girls of Sunny

When all you think of all day long
Is a pretty face inside a song
With a thought like that you can't go wrong
About the girls of Sunny

They get'you climbin' the walls
They get'you caught in their spell
They get'you speakin' in tongues
Could this be Heaven or Hell
To fall in love twice a day
Is such a sweet price to pay


Sunny fell in love all over again THREE times today, working his magnetic magic! (We really must get him a spot in the next “The Secret” movie.)

Cameron was feeling blue, so we made a date to meet for coffee. I thought I would surprise her with a little Fluffy White Dog therapy.




If I could only bottle Dog Therapy, I could put Prozac out of business overnight.


But first, I had to stop in at the bookstore and pick up a book. And who pulled into the parking lot at the exact same moment as us?


Dog shamelessly accosting Ann in the parking lot.

Dog’s other Big Love, Auntie Ann, who took care of and loved Dog when we went away on our very first vacation without him. Much crying ensued.

And, if that weren’t enough excitement for one day, I had forgotten to give Cameron a book I promised to let her borrow over coffee, so after picking up the kids from school, we headed off the Cameron’s house, where Sunny was greeted with hugs and kisses by the ultimate dream team of male dogs everywhere—twin blonds!


Cam and her wonderful blond twins.

It doesn’t get any better than this. Here’s to the Girls of Sunny!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Perfect Peace


After spending a long, exhausting morning defending me from the very nice, young, sweet, not-threatening-at-all plumber who came to fix the leak in our bathtub today, Dog can finally rest. (As I have mentioned before, Dog loves most everybody, except for UPS delivery people and repairmen.)

He was so dog-tired that he didn’t even notice when I ripped open the plastic on a brand new bag of cheese and micro-waved myself a chicken quesadilla for lunch. The sounds and smells of his favorite foods could not disturb his slumber.

Expending all your energy, doing work that you feel has meaning and purpose in the service of love…and then relaxing, content with what you have accomplished—that is the essence of Perfect Peace.