Everyone said that once Story retired, well he was going to have a great life, but The Office would take a huge dive without him. He was successful, honest, charismatic, a natural leader, and as true as they come. But Story had a plan, and his plan included Rhumb Line. Confidence in her abilities at…
Tag: border collies
NO!
NO! This two-letter word means nothing, absolutely nothing, to a dog. It is the inflection in a voice, the menacing tone, the hard human eyes, and sometimes the raised primate arm or finger that mean something. The body language and tone tell a dog, all is not well. But it is used all of the time, over…
The Office – part 7
Needing some hang time before the year end office meeting, the Office Crew decided to watch ELF. They unanimously decided their next recruit will be named Francisco That’s Fun To Say, and that they all must learn to fly, a must on the coming years agenda. Story called the meeting to order. Ceramic Bowls, lots…
The Office – part 5
The Office – part 5 Story, having the most experience in the office with Christmas, gathered the other office employees around to tell them the story of the ‘Fancy Holiday Wizard’, his flying reindeer, cookies, lots and lots of cookies, milk, and getting to stay up late! Story had mingled and rubbed noses with the…
The Office – part 3
The Office – part 3 Rhumb was in charge of filing forms today. When I asked her how things went on her first day flying solo she responded “He Who Must Not Be Named told me to take the day off, so I did and went in search of dragons instead, and mysteriously found myself with…
The Office – part 1
I started this series on my facebook page this past August. I have been asked to post where they can be found a bit more easily, as they are currently buried under 5,000 other photos … So I will be transferring them here, bit by bit. Hope you enjoy! The Office – part 1…
my lost boy
We all have our own way of grieving. We all take the time we need, or should learn to do so. We all have different hearts, feelings, and emotions that dictate how we will handle loss. Or not handle it. For me, I’m historically knocked to my knees, no matter how prepared I think I…
a simple dirt road lesson
In 2003, every Friday for an entire summer and fall, Ocean and I would get in the car at 4am, drive about 100 miles to a friends farm, tend to and work sheep, do some farm chores, and then come home. I was so addicted and loved every minute of that journey and adventure. My…
Nancy Tanner 