MY BLOG

I love you, Mommy. Phew. Thank goodness it only took two days for Mom to wake up to the fact that the latest kibble she bought is AWFUL! I have acquired a rather unusual eating routine, but one that I've become particularly fond of over the years. Daddy feeds me breakfast between 3:30 and 4:00 AM---believe it or not, HIS choice, not mine....and exactly 12 hours later, I'm bugging Mommy for dinner. She makes me wait until 4 PM. Daddy feeds me the kibble. Mom gives me the

Delilah Jane Sweet Girl Dog Young My name is Delilah. This wasn't always my name. Before I got adopted (you know, I'm adopted, right?) my name was something weird...like Lakota. Goodness. First of all, I'm Australian and while Lakota might be a perfectly good name for an Native American pup, what kind of name is that for a girly girly Aussie like me? I don't miss that name. 'Delilah' works for me and I started answering to it IMMEDIATELY. Phew. New house and better nam

I'm bored. I’m bored. It’s been raining, and storming, and tornado-ing, and thundering, and when it’s not doing all that, it’s been hot, HoT, HOT. My yard is a mucky, muddy mess. I’m stuck inside. I’m bored. I’ve been playing Follow the Leader with Mommy and even let her be Leader, but I guess she finally got tired of playing. She told me to find something else to do that wasn’t under her feet. What am I going to do now? I think I’ll give you a tour of my RUGS. If y

BOOM Phew. My most unfavorite holiday is over. I hope. There was residual fallout last night (July 5th) that prevented me from using the bathroom before bed. So what is ordinarily a one-day event turned into a two-day eternity. I can't begin to tell you how much I hate this holidaiy. The ground shakes. The skies light up. But, it's the BOOM that sets it over the top. BOOM!!! And not just one, or two, or eighteen...but sometimes a whole hour. BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!! Th

I'm on it! Delilah here. I've been queued up for the computer for days. It's finally free and I'm grabbing it! I think Mommy is dealing with cucumbers again this morning. Pickles, anyone? (Personally, not my favorite.) Last night, I was watching TV, nursing my sore leg (which is fine now, but it was a good excuse to lick myself), when I saw the most incredible thing. A huge yard, full of grown men, running around like crazy after a BALL! They sort of shared it, they bo

Restored Fire Curtain In 2021 I was in Asheville NC, browsing in one of the cute artsy studios in the River Arts District, when I spotted a book entitled The Art of Abandonment, by Walter Arnold. I'm always drawn to the old, worn-out, wabi-sabi-'layered-with-patina' look, but this was something more. There was something really familiar about the cover image. On closer inspection, I found it was The Columbia Art House, Paducah, KY, in all it's magnificent abandoned glory.

Every camp needs a dock, right? Camp Hagan had none. Dear Leah, I can’t wait to hear all about your summer camp. Glad it has been fun so far…when I think about summer camp, my feelings are somewhat mixed. I HATED my one camp experience with sort of an unhealthy passion!!! Absolutely everything about it. Maybe going as a counselor could have been different than going as a camper…but after my ‘camping’ experience, no way was this ever going to be a summer job for me!! I must

TEAM LEADER Hi, Friends. Youuuuuhooooooo? Anyone there? Look what I found! Remember the cartoon of a dog sitting in front of a computer? Dog (Let's just call her Delilah Jane for fun) was talking to her doggie friend and told her 'On the internet no one knows you are a dog'. Well, guess what? IT'S TRUE! Yep. Delilah Jane Dog Young here. AND I JUST FOUND A REAL BLOG SPACE!!!! I AM EXCITED!!!!! I first got suspicious that something was going on around here when Mommy w

Blackberries from the Garden, Peaches from the Farmers' Market Did you know blackberries are not really berries? They are an aggregate fruit. Strawberries and raspberries are also aggregate fruits. They grow from a single flower with more than one ovary. That’s the official definition of aggregate fruit. TRUE berries grow from a single flower with one ovary and typically have several seeds. That makes tomatoes a berry. Which means pomegranates, kiwis, and---sit down for

My Dad was elementary school age during WWI and in the patriotic fever that swept the entire country, all the kids in his school were taught to knit for the soldiers. The teacher would cast on.....the kids would knit, knit, knit.....the teacher would bind off. (He must have been part of the scarf-making brigade.) My Dad's knitting skills were limited, but this certainly didn't deter him, when he loaded me in the family Buick and took me to pick out some yarn and needles.