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Archive for October, 2013

Cozmo


Rescued pregnant and astray,

lab and setter mix they say.

Unknown male fulfilled his need,

no one knows mate’s size or breed.

 

Mongrel-born variety

unfit for a pedigree,

helpers took their best option

and placed pups for adoption.

 

So many at the doggie fair,

came across her litter there,

after seeing puppies play,

had to take one home that day.

 

So quick to be housebroken,

rare bark is quite outspoken.

To myself no need to talk,

‘cause he listens as we walk.

 

More often it’s convenient

to yield and be obedient.

Never had a dog so strong,

sweet to all who come along.

 

Ice plants grow like crunchy weeds,

where pup sprints ahead of me.

I see nostrils quiver whiffs

then he chews on what he sniffs.

 

I call for him to follow,

not knowing what he swallowed.

He returns hang tongued to lick,

I feel slobbery and slick.

His leash pulls and then goes slack,

am I leader of his pack?

We adopted him quite small,

warned us that he has large paws.

 

Still we do feel some surprise,

two months doubled him in his size.

Wonder just how big he’ll get,

no sure answer from the vet.ImageImage

A Parental Child and Depression


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What does it mean to be a parental child?

A woman talking to her therapist:

I don’t have any reason to be depressed and anxious, I had a good childhood.

My father left us when I was 6 but it was OK; he was never around anyway and when he was all I remember is shouting.

No, I didn’t see him for many years. Not until I was 15.

We were 3 children. It was hard on my mother; she had to start working two jobs.

I was the oldest so of course I helped out. Someone had to take care of the family.

What do you mean, it was not my job to take care of the family! My mother was a saint, she worked so hard and when she came home she was tired, upset. Sometimes my mother would cry, I tried to help her, to cheer her…

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