Newly adopted black lab is back at the Humane Society. He had a food aggression problem and attacked three of my dogs. He was on a leash and could not connect the first time. The second attack was for Top Dog's food bowl. The third attack was when my Golden,Reilly was growling over his toys. We think he thought he had a bone and he tore into Reilly's ear and was going to kill him had I not broken them apart.

Long story short, Reilly was taken to the hospital and had to get stitches, a deep enough wound into the cartilage, the bite was a pull one, as well, like he was tearing into a steak. Reilly is home now and won't leave my sight.

We are sad. We wanted to give the black lab a good life. Life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. He was not at all aggressive with humans, I even petted him while he was eating his own bowl of food. This vicious behavior was not evident in his eyes.

n.

My husband, the enabler, is sleeping in a hotel room tonight in Minnesota with a beautiful black lab with hauntingly honest eyes. He flew there this morning to pick up "Tazmanian Devil" or "Taz" for short, because I found his eyes spoke to me from behind the Animal Humane Society's bars. Nothing separated us but time. My husband is a saint, or enabler, or just plain crazy like me. Gotta love him...I like his honest eyes too, maybe that's why I married him. I do remember one very romantic night at an outside cafe in Manhattan when we were first dating, many moons ago, and the sun, setting, was menacingly in his eyes, but I noticed them and how they were the color of the blue Pacific. Those eyes, they sent me to far away places. And, God bless him he was true to his eyes, true to his words.

I was thinking recently about this eye thing. If I were to look into the candidates that are wanting to be our next President, would I find that look in honesty or lies in their eyes? I have felt a very warm and fuzzy feeling about Barack Obama's eyes and maybe Edwards. Hilary, though I admire her and her intelligence, always has dancing eyes, they are always glancing up to the sky to the right and to the left. She makes me nervous to watch her eyes. President Bill Clinton's eyes melted many a hearts in his term, until he let us all down with Monica. So, with your own eyes, keep a watch of others eyes around and about your day, maybe you will find some truth to add to your own life, some hope, to perhaps see a sunnier day.

To end on a proper note, God blessed us all with a twinkle in our eyes and maybe that twinkle needs to beam a little more to reach the masses. Keep smiling, it helps the twinkle. Taz is coming home tomorrow to meet all his brothers and sister, and I cannot wait to see the twinkle in his eyes!

hugs,
n.

Returning to some of my favorite people in the world. I am returning home to MN. There is something ethereal, something that I needed to learn to be content there, it will remain with me, like the northern lights, or the sound of the wind in great towering pines.

The sound of thunder over Thunder Lake or the darkening skies to add just a hint of the dramatic, always will send a shiver up my spine. I imagine, living there full time, the beauty may escape you, but I was privileged to live it for a time.

The people, the landscape, the smells of the seasons all awakened my senses.

n.

Can you believe that my teens are still asking me to hide Easter eggs??? This year I skipped Valentine's Day and they chewed me out, I was sick. My daughter's birthday was also missed but her Dad picked up my slack and made it memorable, I was still sick. Then they continue to remind me this was the very first time they did not get a Christmas Dinner, I was sick. I had a fever and cold, flu probably, but antibiotics finally kicked it out. So, this Easter they made me promise to hide candy...I think they love the competition. My middle child is always the loser (I don't know why she wants to hunt)She is also the thinnest, maybe this explains why.

Well, I have been scrambling through the boxes of various holidays, hunting for the darn Easter Eggs to hide the candy in, but they are no where to be found. Except that the dogs have a penchant for chocolate, I would simply hide candy all over. Now, what to do???

I could let the Easter Bunny figure it out (my husband) or I could just go buy new eggs. Being the good egg that I am, I think I will keep hunting for the eggs of Easter past. Then when the clock strikes midnight, feign illness, and call in the Easter Bunny.

n.