Sweet Pea

I began making this pillow about 5 years ago.

Around that time, I suffered a terrible event in my life and 

I couldn't bear to finish it.

For the last 5 years, 

this pillow has been inside the closet a lot.

I wanted to be able to enjoy it and feel the happiness again.

Instead, there was only anxiety and sadness each time I looked at it.

It's only now that I think I can leave it out in my home without

feeling the emotions that are so strongly attached to it.

It's just a pillow.

Silk and thread and feathers.

But it's got a heartbeat...my heartbeat.

It held my anger.

It held my tears.

It held my pain.

It held the paddle that I used to 

paddle upstream with all my might.

Until at last, exhausted...

I gave up the paddle and let the water slowly turn me around

and take me where I needed to go.

Have I arrived at my final destination?

 Do we ever?

I don't think so.

Not here on earth, anyway.

We just keep on coming home.

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Bruce the Goose

This is Bruce.  Sometimes called Brewsky or Broooocy.

Yes, he's a Pit Bull.

This post is my apology to the Pit puppies of the world.

I really misjudged you.

Really, really, misjudged you.

This sweet boy belongs to our youngest son.

When he told me he wanted to get a dog, I didn't think it was a great idea.

He has three room mates at school and I didn't think it was going to be good for a puppy to be left alone while he was at class, etc.

Our sons were all raised with dogs and he insisted that it was 

too hard on him to be without a furry companion.

I did not anticipate a shark mouthed killer in the family.

I was so nervous when he told us that he had adopted a rescue puppy-

I'm all for rescue dogs...but a pit bull?

There are depicted in such a dangerous way.

Crazy, rabid, killers.

I was scared.

Had the poor thing been abused or used in fights?

All kinds of horrible thoughts ran thru my mind.

Mostly of our baby boy being savagely murdered  by a crazed dog.

But then I met the little guy and I totally fell in love.

He's as sweet and funny and lovable as they come.

There is so much love between Brooocy and our son.

They are crazy about each other and it shows.

He had a sleepover last weekend when Casey came home 

for Father's Day.

He thinks he's a lap dog and he feels like velvet.

I wanted to change his name to Velvet Elvis, but his dad said no.

Casey has no explanation for the name he chose

for this big bowl of sugar.

He said he just looked like a Bruce.

At least it rhymes with goose, 'cuz he's allllll Goose.

I'm so proud of our son for taking on the responsibility

and for being such a good dad to Bruce.

Because he's being raised to mind his manners,

the only mauling I think we'll get is

from that big slobbery kisser.

He got me a few times from chin to forehead.

Sophie didn't care too much for his show of affection at first,

but I think she's softening up.

Bruce laid down next to her and put his head on her back.

Like a pillow.

Awww, puppy love.

Lesson learned, sweet boys.