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Sunday, November 1, 2015
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Mosby's Christmas
It was late in the morning on Christmas Day and Mosby was relaxing in front of the Christmas tree. He was king of the house. Three more dogs and four children would arrive later in the day. For now, Mosby got a dog pass.
Mosby had been fed. He had played catch outside on the snowy lawn. He had barked and sniffed and rubbed his way into human hearts and hands. Now it was time. Time for a good dog nap.
With sunshine on his shoulders, he stretched out in front of the Christmas tree. Eyes closed and confidantly trusting the humans around him, he snoozed. All was well in Mosby-land.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
Monday, July 30, 2012
Mosby and Friends
Mosby the Dog had lots of company this weekend. Peter and Finn and Max loved playing catch with Mosby. The little boys had a good time hitting golf balls into the big net, too.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
Monday, March 19, 2012
Doggone Tournament
Mickey (left) and Gilbert took the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament with a grain of salt. Curled up next to the television, they managed to snooze through most of the excitement.
They are good Spartan fans though, as they were attired in their green and white St. Paddy's Day doggy neckscarves.
Our Michigan State Spartans advanced to the Sweet Sixteen and we are excited! Go Green! Go White!
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Theodore in Memphis, A Drama -- Part 2
SCENE TWO: A pup, growing up
SETTING: An evening in Memphis and NOTDOG (Chloe) is waiting in the living room for her date to arrive.
DOG: Some days Ah wish mah name was Taylor.
NOTDOG: Why's that, Theodore?
DOG: Well, when y'all sing that song, you know the one about the coffee shop guy, that bare-eesta, well, Ah get all shook up.
NOTDOG: Theodore, the all shook up line is an Elvis line. You know that. You are a native Memphian. Maybe you've been playing with your rubber Elvis Chicken too much lately.
DOG: But Ah was watching the YouTube video of you singing about Taylor and Ah was really and truly shook up at how beautiful and sad that song makes me feel.
NOTDOG: I get it. You don't want me to grow up and leave for college, is that it, Theodore?
DOG: Well-l-l, yes Ma'am, that's sort of what Ah've been thinking about. Ah just love it when you strum your guitar and practice your singing and talk real purty to me. Why, Aunt Eller. . .
(Theodore stops short. He's a big fan of Oklahoma and Laurie and Curley and he loves Aunt Eller the best, but since he lives in Memphis, he doesn't want his people to know how many times he's seen Oklahoma on YouTube when they're sleeping. He's also a Kristin Chenoweth fan and watches her on YouTube in the middle of the night, but, this too, shall remain his very own canine secret.)
NOTDOG: So, what if I was to change the words a bit and sing real purty to you?
(She bends down and scoops the bulldog up in her arms. They are a picture of loveliness. Theodore with his lovely white fur and NOTDOG in her white pearls and vintage ivory lace dress. She smiles at him.)
NOTDOG: What would you think about that, Theodore? Would you like that?
(Theodore closes his eyes longer than usual. When he opens them, a tear traces a path down his wrinkly face.)
DOG: (Almost a whisper.) Ah'd love that!
NOTDOG sings:
Theodore, the French Bull Dog,
Bring me java, 'cause he brings me joy!
Oh Theodore, my sweet dog,
I love him, I love him, I love him!
TO BE CONTINUED. . . maybe.
Photo by MJ Burkhead
Script by WJ Eichler
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Theodore in Memphis, A Drama -- Part I
Here's Chloe singing "Taylor the Latte Boy" at her school.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Wet Dog
When you are a dog it is just the best thing to take a swim. It's even better when you've had the leftovers from the Fourth of July picnic at Lake Auburn. Mmmm, all those burger and brat bits. Notice that Blackie doesn't eat beans! Blackie lives with my Dad on the farm in Wisconsin.
Photo is modified with black and white overlay using opacity and dissolve filters to highlight the wet look of Mr. Blackie.
Copyright 2011
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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