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There was a light wind in the air. The morning thrush is singing its song. There was a trace of frost on the grass blades. Sapphire (‘Saffy’ for short) ran... Read more : Being Present

Colin, a little 6-month-old Jack Russell puppy approach the 12-year-old grumpy resident Persian cat. The cat is not impressed that her pet guardian had gotten a new inquisitive bouncy pup... Read more : The Real Power of ‘And’

Armitage’s guardian walked into the living room and stopped. She saw the wet puddle on the floor. Armitage peered by the corner of the room. He knew he had to... Read more : Honesty

The winter air was crisp. The stream flowed down the valley, swelling in places, making a gushing sound. There were patches of grass exposed in the mud and snow. Archie... Read more : Control

The living room was warm. The crackling of the burning log could be heard and the smell of Sunday Roast could be smelt. Chaska, a ten-year-old German Short-haired Pointer bared... Read more : Step by step

Cole, a 12-year-old Labrador, was lying by his food bowl. There was still a bit of food in it. He had eaten his fill and could not finish the rest... Read more : The Life Scale

Spud was jumping for a play with his guardian. His ears pricked, tail wagging and tongue lolling. His older brother (from a different mother stepped up) and stood imposing in... Read more : Many faces many pain

Queenie looked at the gravy dripping from the table to the floor. No one else had noticed. Her guardians had left the table momentarily after finishing their meal. She licked... Read more : Why aim high?

The cat stood on the wall looking down at the mayhem caused by the dogs. They were playing, barking and prancing with each other in the park. Still, the cat... Read more : Me Inc

The air was fresh in the crisp winter afternoon. The smell of pine lingered and you could hear a breeze whistling through the trees. Max’s tail was wagging like a... Read more : Experiences, not events

Dedicated to Munchkin and Zsa zsa. Merry Christmas! It was a hectic morning in the kitchen. Pancakes were flipping, children were laughing, the bacon was sizzling and Carol was trying... Read more : Cry over spilt milk

The wind from the wagging bushy tail was flipping up pages of a nearby newspaper. In fact, it was wagging so hard that the entire back end of Rosie was... Read more : Give positive energy (Amity culture)