tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79513085351101035772024-03-13T17:53:11.466-07:00Kolo's BlindnessMsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-41996904343631375952017-05-23T17:00:00.000-07:002017-05-24T07:49:18.875-07:00Lunch Time<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smacking her lips</td></tr>
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<br />Yes, she is eyeing my lunch.<br /><br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-72902670410360534702017-05-22T20:00:00.000-07:002017-05-24T07:47:49.784-07:00Kolo Profile<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Profile, after Jumping on the Bed</td></tr>
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-12258293585113207822017-04-30T09:37:00.000-07:002017-05-01T01:38:12.115-07:00Popovers For BreakfastThey popped so big, they were too big for the serving bowl.<br />
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And yes, they are Kolo's favorites. It tickles my heart to watch her enjoy eating so much.<br />
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-72594998571532575082017-03-14T09:31:00.000-07:002017-03-16T09:44:05.990-07:00Kolo Loves the Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Her face may be a bit grayer these days, but Kolo still delights in playing in the snow. She runs with glee, even with her sore leg. She looks like joy in the clean white. She stops and smells the air, full of animals and possibilities. She is so honest, it is hard not to be totally in love with her.</div>
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<b>"I give you this to take with you: </b><br />
<b>Nothing remains as it was. </b><br />
<b>If you know this, you can begin again, </b><br />
<b>with pure joy in the uprooting."</b><br />
<b>~ Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters</b>MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-31135082829111153952017-03-12T11:38:00.000-07:002017-05-21T11:47:00.689-07:00Popovers!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We may have snow outside, but inside the kitchen is warm and full of good smells. Popovers!<br />
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I am holding the camera and trying to get the shot of her. She is too excited and I have to contend with the shutter delay. Sorry, Kolo, for cutting off your head, but I think your excitement translates to the shot.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-6734059559648794282017-03-12T11:33:00.000-07:002017-05-21T11:33:24.047-07:00Snow Dog<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-48549855730272176102017-02-23T08:20:00.000-08:002017-05-09T08:21:01.853-07:00Out Front<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-80130358126929299282017-02-20T08:18:00.000-08:002017-05-09T08:20:18.951-07:00Live Love Laugh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-88359348823436736842017-02-19T08:00:00.000-08:002017-03-06T07:51:51.424-08:00Pork Chop, Maybe?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, it is for you, Kolo.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-26621304957882538662017-02-13T07:49:00.000-08:002017-03-06T07:50:12.338-08:00Close Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Believe me, getting her to look at the camera, then capturing it, is a big deal.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-22976413604578633782017-02-11T11:37:00.001-08:002017-02-11T11:37:21.069-08:00Time For Breakfast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sweetheart peeks around the counter, knowing her bowl is being filled with tasty breakfast treats.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-29459171479778588502017-02-04T16:00:00.000-08:002017-03-06T07:54:36.334-08:00Hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My girl friend Susi sends us some hope.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-52489144223681295732017-02-01T07:44:00.000-08:002017-03-06T07:48:29.142-08:00In The Moment With Her<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm working on my journal again and Kolo is supervising. (Keeping me company?)<br />
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“Dogs, lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you're going to lose a dog, and there's going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can't support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There's such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware that it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and the mistakes we make because of those illusions.”<br />
― Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the YearMsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-68526346728365108052017-01-31T16:30:00.000-08:002017-03-05T08:37:32.207-08:00Out Back<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-22299380881587105372017-01-29T21:00:00.000-08:002017-01-30T06:35:13.381-08:00Tenderness<div class="MsoNormal">
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Who would have guessed that Kolo LOVES fried chicken almost as much as my brother? Here they are sharing a snack.</div>
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Late afternoon and Kolo is out on the back deck, well aware that the deer are nearby.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-21598475552181500652017-01-05T08:25:00.000-08:002017-03-11T12:08:54.778-08:00Waiting for Breakfast<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Kolo waiting for breakfast. I love how she rests on her haunches.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-48074826283474412202016-12-31T03:09:00.000-08:002017-03-09T03:12:49.287-08:00One Last Look at 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Curious Kolo, One Last Look at 2016.<br />
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I remember when we first brought Kolo home, she was so small, I was afraid she would fall through the deck slate. Now look at her.MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-31437960742734349582016-12-30T08:33:00.000-08:002017-03-05T08:36:10.963-08:00Richard Paints a Watercolor of Kolo<br />
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Nothing better than this. Spending time at a nearby coffee shop with Richard. I work on my writing and he works on his art. The time just slips away and I am in heaven.<br />
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MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-1314520407199930602016-12-21T07:10:00.000-08:002017-02-24T07:12:50.475-08:00Kolo Likes the Guest Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The guest room is ready for company and Kolo has hopped aboard. The warm sun is pouring on her and she loves the clean bed clothes.</div>
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<br />MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-42429370496567589612016-12-12T05:30:00.000-08:002017-02-04T15:35:13.372-08:00Kolo Next To MeWhen I work, Kolo is always next to me.<br />
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MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-31744584757941241542016-11-23T07:50:00.000-08:002017-01-11T07:55:12.144-08:00Kolo Treats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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MsCatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917518492952227259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951308535110103577.post-71768716507007969852016-11-19T11:22:00.000-08:002017-01-10T09:58:00.234-08:00Sweetness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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