After much contemplation, chewing on bones and other digestible matters of contention. Not to mention, storms, fires, smokey haze, computer and human meltdown Frankie has decided whilst establishing his editorial control that he can best serve his readership by putting out a weekly magazine style email with a more varied, informative content and an expansive view of his universe and how he sees/sniffs/eats it. In the meanwhile here are a few captures of his recent frolicsome adventures. Frankie’s greatly relieved that his buddy Ralph has been sprung from the Big House and is happily if hotly re-united with his family in W.A. Surfs Up, Big Guy!
“I don’t smoke, I try to eat right, and I love doing yoga and going for hikes with my dog.”
~ Sarah Chalke
Dawg’s View: My personal assistant was endeavouring to find an appropriate quote about smoke to emphasise our current situation of light filtered through layers of haze from bushfires burning not too far distantly north of us. We are greatful, praying for those less fortunate and for the bravery of firefighters everywhere.
“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.”
~ David Bowie
“Let your mind wander in simplicity, blend your spirit with the vastness, follow along with things the way they are, and make no room for personal views – then the world will be governed.”
“For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth, my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.”
~ D.H. Lawrence
“Worry adds no hours to a day, nor happiness to a smile, so it is not worth succumbing to, especially when it obscures the sight of potential.”
~ Johnathan Jena
“Never have a companion that casts you in the shade.”
~ Balthasar Gracian
“A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.”
~ Tim Cahill
Dawg’s contemplating another journey, back to the beach, maybe the mountains, lakes or bush, wherever there’s many fragrant, scented messages whirling about singing nature’s glory. Patience little puppy maybe in a day or two. The grass frond sprouting up against your front paw reminding me of an emperor’s regal sceptre or perhaps a magician’s wand.
“The root of suffering is attachment.”
“I had a dream about you last night… you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.”
~ Amy Summers