Un-looped

Just a quick post to let anyone who tries to contact me (email, phone, text, blog comment, nominating committee for a presidential appointment to the Bipartisan Commission on Examination of Belly-Button Lint, etc.) that I will be out of the loop for a week.  Dawny and I will be visiting a park that has little to no Verizon signal and no internet.  No over-the-air TV reception, either.  Might as well be on the dark side of the moon.  Wish us luck!

A Note to My Fans

Hello Friends and Fans!

I hear that Mom has told you that I am not feeling so hot.  Well, just look at this picture of me.  It is a picture of health, beauty, fitness, and happiness if I ever saw one.  Mom, however, says it looks like I have a unicorn horn growing out of my head.  Sheesh.  Okay, then.  I will own it.  Better yet, I will go beyond.  My new nickname shall be Midnight Unicorn.  My real name has gotten to be so long that I think I deserve a hot little nickname, and that one really suits me.  It conveys a certain magical flair with a hint of danger.  Yup, that’s me in a nutty shell.

That picture was taken in the back yard of a friend that we visited on our way up north.  She has a huge fenced-in back yard, and I got to have hours and hours of off-leash time while Mom relaxed, chatting with her friend in the shade.  Such freedom!  Room to gallop without an impatient loved one tugging on the other end of a leash.  Leisure time to dig a frantic hole without getting yanked back and scolded.  Doggy heaven!

Mom’s friend has two huge dogs (Chesapeake Bay Retrievers) and every evening of our visit we leash-walked through the neighborhood with the one named Jill.  The other dog is named Bug.  Mom and her friend said Bug and me were too much alike to risk walking together.  You know the type:  high-strung geniuses.

 

Jill is really smart, too.  And she is a professional athlete.  Her Mom takes her to Agility competitions and she has won many ribbons and awards for her athletic prowess.  She is famous and has had her picture in some doggy magazines which, I have to admit, is pretty darned cool.  That is why, once I met her, I didn’t mind walking down the street with her one little bit.

Jill and Bug’s back yard is full of agility equipment that they use to practice and keep in shape.  They have fences to jump over and tunnels to run through, narrow bridges to cross and even a see-saw to run up and down.  They also have a swimming pool that gives them more exercise and play time.  The first pool picture is of Jill pretending to be a flying mermaid.  Then there are a couple of pictures of Bug.  While she is not quite as graceful and powerful as Jill (and me), she got the job done.

What a life!

Back to my life.  Rest assured, I will be here watching over Mom and our little corner of the world to the best of my ability for as long as the cosmos lets me.  For that is my job.  My role.  My purpose.  Mom says I win the prize for Best Road Doggie in the World.  Well, don’t tell her, but I think she is the best road mommy in the world, despite all the leash tugs.  I know she means well.  I know she loves me.  Besides, I give as good as I get.

Just remember this:  Beloved dogs never die.  They play on your heartstrings forever.

With loads of love and doggy kisses,

Dawny Virgil Prewash Sassy Generous … (a.k.a. Midnight Unicorn)

(This post is dedicated to Ann and Pan.)

If God is Love …

 

If God is Love,

then Friends are God Hugs…

Thanks for all the Hugs

Sumter Oaks!

Sumter Oaks RV Park in Bushnell, Florida is one of the Escapees RV Club parks.  Dawny and I have spent at least part of the past three winters here, since it has a good monthly rate for Escapees members who migrate south for the winter.  Not only have we been blessed by the many park friends we have made over the years, we had a bonus visit from a dear friend from Virginia who now lives in Florida, visited with beloved friends who used to live in the park, and will visit another Florida friend on our way back north.

Unlike the state and county parks that we love to stay at in the easy-breezy seasons of spring, summer, and fall, Sumter Oaks is more typical of an RV park.  It is limited in size, with sites fairly close together.  Oh, but it has such a beautiful spirit and heart.

Even though the park is small, it is bordered on three sides by natural beauty.  Donkeys on one side.  Cows on the other.  Swampland in the back.  Every year park visitors enjoy the resident sandhill cranes, rooting for their babies when nesting time comes.  Wild turkey, owls, herons, kites, bluebirds, and many other winged creatures call Sumter Oaks home or migratory home-away-from-home.

Dawny loves walking the campground loop hunting for the workampers in their cookie-cart.  It totally makes her day when she nabs a cookie or two from friendly fingers.  And on days when she is feeling poorly, she has friends who give her love in place of cookies.

On the human side of things, the crafty ladies meet every weekday afternoon.  They bring their Swedish weaving, rug-weaving, delicate card-art, magnificent quilts, and whatever else someone wants to work on while listening to the murmur and thrum of the happenings of the park and all in it.  For my part, I have enjoyed working on the puzzle that is set up in a corner of the activity center while visiting with and listening to my fellow ladies.  See there, in the photo?  If we were cows, I’d be the one peeking in from outside the frame to the right.  I admire how these ladies (and their husbands) are faithfully and doggedly there for one another, whether helping through small problems or a major crisis.

Although that was pretty much the extent of my social activity this visit (beyond dog walks), Sumter Oaks had a terrific activities calendar this winter.  One of their workampers, Nancy, dedicated herself solely to park activities, and she worked wonders.  From music, movies, and campfire gatherings to wine-and-cheese-karaoke parties and special-event blowouts, she created a magical time, bringing people together in good fun and friendship.

Yes, this has been a wonderful place to roost during late winter/early spring.  As the season’s shifting patterns move us northward, we will carry the warmth and love of many friendships with us.  An added bonus is that I found a workamping job at a state park near where my best Sumter Oaks buddy spends her summers.  What luck!

I have said it before.  I will say it again.  I hope I never tire of saying it.  Dawny and I are grateful, and we are blessed.