Spectacular Day

This yard where I live is the most spectacular yard ever in the history of yards.

And this day is the most spectacular, too. In the history of days. I ran inside to tell to Jane about it.

Jane says, “Today is Wednesday, Cody. What’s the big deal?”

“Seriously!?” I said, looking at her the way I do and dancing in tight circles near the treat closet. “Look at the light and the sky and the trees and the grass and everything. Smell the air, for a minute,” I said.“Besides, you know what? There’s no such thing as Wednesday,” I said.

“What do you mean? she said.

“That’s just a name you’re giving the day which really makes it way less than it really is. It makes you miss the whole thing. It’s like saying I’m a dog or you’re a person and leaving it at that. And then you forget to explore what’s really happening,” I told her in an almost out of breath kind of way. These things are urgent for her to know, but I forget that it takes a lot for me to say all that.

Cody Yard.jpg

Here’s what I mean, Jane thinks I might get bored in the same yard everyday or going for the same walk or eating the same food. But she’s wrong. Because you know why? Every minute is awesome. Every gasp of breath is fresh.

And that’s why there’s no such thing as Wednesday. Want me to explain? Okay.  It’s like this. Wednesday is an abstraction. Big word for a little dog, right? How about this one: reification.  Need to look it up? It’s okay.

Here’s the thing: I think I know why you like thinking it’s Wednesday even though it’s really not: It makes you feel better. It makes you feel like you’ve got a hold on this life thing. And I kind of get that. But really you’d feel better if you let go of thinking it was Wednesday and then maybe you’d see how spectacular today is.  Know what I mean? Try it. Just for, um, Wednesday?



Big Dog Bed

Here I am in a big dog bed.

Big Dog BedSee? I AM a big dog. Isn’t it the perfect size for me?

This is Jolly Shaw’s big dog bed. I’m visiting him because his Mom is in Florida so Jane I needed to keep him company.

Note to Jane: I think I need one of these beds at my house.




John dreamt I was a greyhound. I looked just like me but I had long skinny legs and could run like the wind.

Wonder what that’s about? Maybe it’s the spirit of me.

Or, maybe John and I were both dreaming at the same time. And I was dreaming that I was running and he tapped into my dream and dreamt that I was running, too. Because, you know, John and I are connected. And so, our spirits can dance in dreamland together.

And maybe tonight I’ll dream that he is a greyhound. And then maybe we can ALL be greyhounds in dreamland. Want to!?


No Place Like Home

I was so happy to be home  I ran in tight little circles around the living room and practically jumped for joy when I saw Gus again, too. I don’t really do the jumping thing, but I kind of did on this particular occasion because I was so happy I couldn’t help it.

Jane said, “Cody, you always seem so eager to jump in the car, but home is absolutely your favorite place isn’t it?”

That’s when I explained it to her. I said, “Vacations are like going for a walk, but a little bit longer.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“They are great in both directions. But you know, sometimes we go away just so we can we can get to come home.”

“Oh,” she said. “Is that why you like to go on walks so much?”

“Well, that’s not the whole entire reason,” I said,” because walks are awesome all by themselves. But it’s very cool to get to come home because then we get to love where we are even more.”

“Wow,” she said. “That is pretty cool. I hadn’t thought about it that way.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why you have me,” I said.

And then we hung out in the house for a little while and just looked at everything with a little bit more awe.  And everything tasted sweeter, even the water in my water bowl. And we were happy. And extra grateful.




I  love John Roberts. He cooks fish on the grill and he gives me the fish skins.
He’s really gentle with me. I’ve been having trouble breathing and he calms me down. He’s the best. I love him, love him, love him!


cody on the couch with John



Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

I’m on vacay at the beach. Therefore, I cleverly suggested that our traveling companion, Mouse, write a guest blog for me. However, no such blogs have been forthcoming.

Thus, I am now returning to my blog so as not to disappoint my faithful audience who have probably been wondering how I’m enjoying my vacation thus far.

I think I can sum it up as follows: Let sleeping dogs lie.

Let them lie in the sun. Let them lie on the couch. Let them lie on a pillow on a chair. Let them lie by the pool. Let then lie in bed until late in the morning. Is that not the very definition of vacation?

Meanwhile, John keeps cooking wonderful shrimp dishes. I stand nearby, wag my tale and stare longingly. So far, my patience and perseverance have proven worthwhile.

And despite the forecasts for rain, we’ve had none. Clouds, but no rain. And too many to see the sunset last night, but it’s still terrific to sit by the water and watch for it anyway.  It’s just gorgeous.

All is well.


We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach.

I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait.

End of blog.


Remember when I was musing about loving the beach in the winter? Well, Jane asked Todd if we could go and he said Yes!

Long car rides, here we come! Nanu and Pop pop (aka, Grandma and Grandpa, respectively), are arriving this Sunday. Easter. And then we are driving to the beach on Monday! We’re going to Pensacola. Todd and Dorothy’s fabulous house on the water. It’s Brendan’s Spring break, so he and John are meeting us there, too!

Unfortunately, Gus the amazing swimmer dog will not be joining us. So I will have to patrol the whole place all by myself, which is a considerable task for an outwardly-appearing-small dog in that there is no telling where the property begins and ends and I’m pretty sure it just extends out into the sea endlessly and up into the sky as well. And plus I don’t swim.  I’ve got a good strong bark though, even if my lungs aren’t at full-on capacity. So don’t you worry. No blue herons are gonna swoop down on the dock on my watch.

Here’s the thing I wonder about though: Why is it always so hard to leave down there? I have to pack breadcrumbs and leave a trail labeled with the scents of Atlanta that I love because otherwise it’s like a weird amnesia comes over me and I forget everything I love about home.

Jane says it’s because I’m very present and simply love wherever I am in the moment. She can be rather idealistic and exceedingly optimistic.  Have you noticed that?

But I’m telling you it’s a real thing. Because I LOVE Atlanta. But I forget it exists when I’m there. I forget about dog beds and green grass and big ol trees and a pantry full of dog treats. I forget Everything. Because it’s a different world there. It’s a place where we sit around and stare at the sky. Literally. Sky staring is a major evening activity. You can set your watch to it, if you’re the type of human who wears a watch. But who wears a watch at the beach? And besides, you can just look at the sky to tell the time, which is another thing you can do down there that humans would never think of doing in the city. I  don’t know why they don’t, but it’s true. I just mostly like how we are all together, how we just hang out together. You know?

The only thing I don’t like is walking on the beach. Sand might as well be a foot of snow, except it’s warmer. And the sound of the ocean can be a little scary sometimes. But otherwise, I wish you were coming with us. Want to?