Simple Truths….

As I was rummaging through various pictures frames stored in our basement, I stumbled upon one with a photo card inside.

The caption on the photograph said, “These are some simple truths…and the dogs know what they are.” Joseph Duemer (b. 1951)

Looking back on all the canine loves of my life, starting with my first dog Lassie, I can see the importance in simple truths.

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Here are a few truths taken from “101 Simple Truths We Often Forget.”

1) “When you’re up, your friends know who you are.  When you’re down, you know who your friends are.”

Who better to know you, than your best friend – your dog?

Dogs can sense when you’re sad.  They lend a paw, or gaze at you with those big soulful eyes.  It never fails, when tears trickle down your cheeks – they’re by your side to comfort you.

2) “Most of the bad things you worry about will never happen.  Most of the bad things that do happen will have never crossed your worried mind.”

Dogs don’t worry; but they are guarded.

My heart dog, Sasha (who’s running free on Rainbow Bridge) had an uncanny way of accepting a human into her alliance.  You passed the test if you were allowed to stroke her silky black and tan fur.

One crisp spring morning while walking dogs near the St. Charles train depot, a stranger approached me saying, “Pretty dog.”

Call it intuition, but the hairs on Sasha’s back stood up.  Snarling, she flashed her pearly whites like the wolf in “Little Red Riding Hood.”

Did I initially worry when this man approached?  No. Thank goodness I had my little girl to figure things out.  Because bad things can happen in an instant.

Don’t worry about anything.  Pray about everything. (Philippians 4:6)

3)  “You have every right to be happy, but it’s up to YOU and only YOU to exercise that right.”

A dog’s happiness is transparent.  My little Aussie pooch likes to run figure eights at breakneck speeds around the tall pampas grass and the magnolia tree in the back yard. And certain ‘human’ words get those spirited canine legs moving even faster!  Her joy fills me up.

A treat, a toy, a loving glance…is all our furry friends need to make them happy.

We choose to be happy, or not.  Be happy.  Sing a happy song.

Read Stumbling on Happiness if you get the chance.

And remember… dogs know the simple truths.

Have a happy day!

I am unique.

It was recently suggested that I decide on a ‘brand’ for my book of inspirational essays with lyrical introductory photos of which I am seeking representation.  As I pondered this idea, I’m not sure if I came up with a solution.

I am certain of who I am and what makes me unique..


I love taking long walks on the beach, and searching for shells.  The motion and harmony of the people, nature, and the waves, stir up feelings I can’t explain.

The great rush of water on my neck, arms and legs as I jump giant stride off a diving platform in the deep blue gives me the biggest adrenalin rush.

I cherish all animals big and small – from the tiniest dragonfly in the last stages of life to the ten foot Caribbean reef shark I encountered while diving in the Bahamas with my husband.

There are no bad days at the beach.

Family is important, especially since mom and dad have passed on.  I love my brother and cousins unconditionally, and my Aunt Georgia, the matriarch of our family.  They never cease to amaze me.  I call my husband’s family my own.

I love the feel of a horse’s coarse mane running through my fingers, and their soulful eyes.

Interacting with people and developing relationships is important to me.  My long time friends and I have experienced life together – laughing, crying, analyzing.

I’ve weathered tropical storms. Island people have threatened my deportation.  I’ve endured traveler’s diarrhea.  I’ve picnicked on unsuspecting homeowners lawns.  I’ve been called names by little girls in the Turks and Caicos, and even flown over the Atlantic Ocean in a seaplane during a thunderstorm.  And I wouldn’t trade any of it.

There are no bad days at the beach.

My three-legged cat boy, my butter-eating black cat diva, and my neurotic Aussie Shepherd give me endless pleasure, comfort and laughter.

I enjoy learning about my ancestors – through Uncle Willie’s Farm, or through an online ancestry registry that leads me closer to my father’s heritage in Lithuania.

If I couldn’t travel, I would shrivel up like a prune.

My transportation modes have been many – helicopters, planes, trains, automobiles, golf carts, hobie cats, bogie boards, canoes, kayaks, live aboards, dive boats, cruise ships, and mask, fins and snorkel.  Faraway and familiar places are countless, and the memories are enough to last ten lifetimes.

I believe you can’t write a story without snapping a photo.  Pictures make the best memories.

I love that I married my best friend.

And there are no bad days at the beach.Image