Posts filed under ‘observations’
saturday stare #10

mommy and daddy try to leave Issi alone, but she makes it so difficult…………. she is just too darn cute.
traversing…

each gifted
with
one life to live
and
many paths
leading to somewhere ~ always
fading away ~ in time
but
never ceasing to be ~
beautiful.
saturday stare #9

blue eyes stare straight on
prepared to see and be seen
so doggedly………..cute
*a note from Issi’s biographer: the second line of the haiku is interchangeable with the following options:
her tumtum yearns for chow chow
the daily vroom vroom awaits
ready for a special treat
dressed to impress the boyfriends
Monday in Paris #4

“I see dreams ~ ready to conquer…”
*This photo was taken from the Musee d’Orsay. On the left of the photo (behind the Hausmannian Buildings which run along the length of the photograph) is the Palais Garnier – Opera Nationale de Paris. On the right is Montmartre – home of Sacre-Coeur.*
Monday in Paris #3

the lights of Paris have embraced my mind
and
inspired my thoughts ~
reigniting dreams
from
a childhood…… long passed……
reflections by Issi – part 3

when I am not on the deck
or
out…. walking around,
I enjoy lounging amongst the pillows
on the big comfy couch.
there are times when daddy joins me
and
we watch some tv
but
most of the time… I snooze
and
romp around… in my dreams.
~ words by Issi as told by mommy ~
reflections by Issi – part 2

ohhhhhhhh…………..what do we have here?
……………a straight line to where…………?
.…………..can it be my beloved……………….
….the handsome neighborhood stud muffin?
~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~
** Note from mommy: We live on the Des Plaines River Trail, which is another word for an interstate highway for all sorts of wildlife. One in particular is ‘stud muffin’, who we know to be a coyote. We see them on occasion and Issi certainly smells them. They have the coolest tracks – single file. How they manage to walk in a single file line with 4 legs/paws is amazing.
Monday in Paris #2

with words spoken to my heart
~ and ~
a silent kiss placed upon my soul,
she speaks to me in a voice…
interpreted
by my imagination.