Category: Annie’s World

I have no skill in deceit…
No knowledge of some underground network or conspiracy…
But I can be a sneaky sneak…
And will definitely eat any unattended morsel.

I have no need of technology…
All my untracked minutes are filled with adventure…
I’m more interested in those cool, delicious scents…
And catching the winds that lead me back to you.

I have never been taught to crochet, knit or sew…
But I can see the elaborate stitching that makes up this world…
I’m never complacent to the wonders around me…
Always reaching out my paw to touch them.

I have always been mindful of the truth…
Especially coming from a friend in need…
I’ve discovered that a broken heart cannot lie…
And most other chattering and chirping is only gossip.

So what do you think?
No deceit, no technology, listening to the truth from my friends in need…
I guess it’s just the life of a pup…
But guess what? It could be your life too.

I love you,

Annie

I look up and wonder…
Who holds up the stars in the sky?
Turns on the switch so they burst into bloom?
Lifts every waking head upward.

They make me homesick for some long-ago place…
Perhaps the place where I began…
They are the kind of beauty I can actually believe in…
Wisdom sparkling and dancing in their light.

I often become sad when I cannot see the sun…
Even though there are a million suns waiting to guide me…
Once upon a time, Abraham tried to count them…
I don’t think he ever made it to the end.

Up there, there is the sense of original oneness…
The end of the long dusk of winter…
The resurrection of world upon world…
Do you want to talk about it?
Come on, the tea is ready to be poured.

This experience can make me feel smaller than I already am…
But I don’t think that is a bad thing…
Because here I’m in that season where all of nature rests…
And all the voices sing together.

I love you,

Annie

I think this year is a good time to stop waiting for the rescue squad…
To learn how to unclench our hearts …
How to no longer be what others want us to be…
After all, why would we want to be their prisoners?

Let’s make a choice to stop living like that…
It makes it difficult for us to see the colors necessary to paint and to write…
And puts us in a place with so many bolts and keys…
Like a waterfall in reverse.

Instead let’s lose ourselves in a language before words…
You know, the place where the bumblebees rumble…
Dance in the silky ripples of shade…
Into one glowy heaven.

Let’s remove the phrase, “I only have a moment…”
It’s got no business here…
Instead let’s unwrap a genuine smile…
And sit down for a cup of tea.

Here, we can bathe in the Rays of Her rays…
Soak in the beams of Her beams…
Fall like a foamy waterfall…
Into the arms of those we love.

Happy 2025!

I love you,

Annie

It is just a table and chairs…
Yet around it there are all the promises…
And for me, there are crumbs and droppings…
Big or small, I’ll eat them all.

There is comfort…
Always lessons to be learned and tales to be told…
Some talking about their Springtime joy…
Others talking about the rain and the winds.

Everyone is completely present…
A good joke can turn into a chunky spray…
Happy, triumphant occasions…
“Hurry!” says Grandma, “Your food is getting cold!”

There are cups that are overflowing…
There are cups waiting to be filled…
However, it is never quiet…
It is the best part of family and friendship.

There ought to be a poem about this (here is my submission…)
But it is hard to describe in regular words (For humans yes, for pups no…)
Let’s make a toast…
To family, fellowship and love.

And to all the best memories of 2024…

Happy New Year!

I love you,

Annie

I hope I don’t grow any longer…
I feel like I’ve stretched as far as I can stretch…
I wouldn’t be able to escape the wolves, bears and foxes…
I could get away with my front end, but not with my back.

Whew! Got rid of that thought…

I’m just a naïve dreamer…
Decent, honest, well meaning…
The days of my instincts are never over…
Come on! I’ll show you the place where all the chicken bones grow!

I live and laugh with colors…
Amplifying my electricity with the wagging of my tail…
Unfolding my treasured life for everyone to see…
By letting my flowers bloom throughout the year.

In my world the wind is calmer…
The soft meadows softer…
If I don’t see what I want to see…
I whisper a new vista into view.

I have found that life has little to do with what I worried about last night…
There is no such thing as a 3 headed badger…
I am a fortunate favorite of something higher than my butler…
Someone who always loves me, like I love you.

No matter what!

I love you,

Annie

I wonder what I would look like with a mustache and glasses…
My hair all jangled up like a manic jungle…
Yes, that will make me feel different on the outside…
But what can I do with the rest of me?

Oh! I forgot, I have an imagination!
Close your eyes and let’s see if you have one too…
Can you see the gates and that they are open?
They are welcoming both saints and sinners…
Hmmh…I’m not sure if I like the sinner part.

Inside there is no such thing as self-condemnation…
Those thoughts are left outside because they are untrue…
No feelings of always being attacked…
No more worry wiggling us down to the ground.

The noise of life without imagination is like the pattering of so many little footsteps…
Dirty little paws and hands and feet over rugs and floors and sofa cushions…
Others just running about just to run about…
Like sharks, having to keep moving to stay alive.

But imagination changes all of that…

Hey! The grand opening of my new little world is happening today…
In my world we give each other brand new names…
Names like Peaceful, Lovely, Freedom and Patience…
Come on! I think you will fit right in.

I love you,

Annie

Who came up with the idea of giving me a tail? Who could have ever dreamed up such a thing? The result is absurd! A long fuzzy stick, sticking out of my butt…come on!

Yet, somehow, it seems adorable to human souls… Sometimes even receiving a ripple of applause… It is the first thing everyone notices… Making everyone wonder how anything on this earth could be so happy.

Of course, I cannot talk like you…

I speak in groans, grumps and wags… I’m not sure anyone would understand me without wags… Yet, few know, I have at least 6 different ways of moving my tail… This roll and wag is saying right  now, “I love you!”

My tail is like a song from the meadowlark… Always making my intention and attitude known… Drooping when I’m lonely, perky when I’m not… And often, I don’t even know what it is doing.

Hey, I have an idea… How about you borrow my tail for a day of play… We’ll sprinkle it with a little gold dust… You’ll be off, top speed…

But warning…there is no way to hide your emotions when you have one!

I love you,

Annie

I am very careful not to think badly of others…
I may be throwing blame on the blameless…
How do I know that my judgment is in the right direction?
My long nose stuck in something I do not understand.

Instead, I ask them to tell my what’s going on…
Why are you cold, or tired, or wet?
I listen to hear their history…
And discover that gossip is seldom true.

Judging someone is like misspelling a person’s name on purpose…
A game where no one ever wins…
Isn’t it better to have compassion and love…
And let love rise and fall in its natural rhythm.

Inside each of us is an undiscovered mine of gold…
Shouldn’t we be helping each other find it?
It is somewhere in a field of yellow and blue flowers (mostly yellow…)
Underneath a bed of purple grass.

So, if you have to judge, use tender judgments…
Life is all about your attitude toward your neighbor…
We are all the main characters in our own story…
We are not the main characters is someone else’s.

I love you,

Annie

The Holidays are a time to correct the year’s mistakes and be thankful for its many blessings…
Yep, time to rejoice and time to erase…
There are so many things to think about…
For me, I can see the past with just a shake of my whiskers.

First let’s go with what needs to be erased…

Like that hot dog, shrimp and rib sandwich…
All pulled out of my butler’s garbage with one grand pounce…
Can you believe my butler asked me, “Why did you do that?”
Wow! How can he not know the ways of a hound.

Yep, it is time for me to pony up…
I regret asking the skunk, “What’s up with that stripe on your back?”
And I hope he is sorry for squirting me in the face…
As much as I am sorry for biting him in the butt.

But there is also the good…

Like my swirling and dancing among all those wonderful journeys…
Some of these I wish could last forever…
And of course, it is time for me to reminisce about all our times together…
When I think of you, all at once, there is a hush and a flood of joy.

What about you?

Hopefully the holidays are more than rushing here and there
Go ahead shake your whiskers (Oops, I forgot you may not have whiskers…)
Find a quiet place, sit down, look back at your year…
And then raise your arms to the heavens.

Merry Christmas!

I love you,

Annie

Have you ever noticed…

Nature has Her way of keeping all Her animals clean…
Let’s think about this…
Have you ever seen a dirty Robin Redbreast?
Or a gull with mud caked from head to foot?
I don’t think so…

Nature bathes Her creation with Her wonderful rains…
Her Christmas trees are all decorated with the purest of snow…
All creation gathers around to celebrate the Holiday season…
Sometimes with tears of sadness for those who have been lost…
Sometimes with tears of joy for those who have been born.

This, to me, is the great story…
Each year another Holiday season making new memories…
Love all around me in the soft, subtle light…
And all I have to do is reach out to touch it.

Yet sometimes, the holidays can be oh, so, stressful…

When we worry, we do damage to the ending of this beautiful story…
We insert into the pages many significant difficulties…
We work so hard to keep our worlds perfectly clean…
When, like nature, we don’t have to work at all.
Pure love is already perfectly clean.

So often we sit at the holiday table with draggled fur…
Invisibly small…
Surrounded by so many loved ones we know little about…
I guess if we could just relax, we could get to know them.

I love you,

Annie