verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Friday, August 28, 2009

Lady Millicent

Affectionately known as Millie by her inner circle, Lady Millicent is the poster child for Bedlington Terrier-hood.  While she lives up to their reputation as bright, spunky, fast, and friendly, she has learned to temper her Bedlington-ish urge to rule the world.

Actually, Millie prefers not to rule the world.  On the times she has tried, she is greatly relieved to abdicate her power and be the assistant-in-charge. I frequently take her with me to walk Boo.  She has a way of greeting her walking partners with such enthusuiasm that if we were to hold a contest, she would win Miss Congeniality.

My favorite time with Millie is when the two of us are walking alone.  I am walking along side of her, but I can't take my eyes off of her.  She's so happy-go-lucky that her feet make contact with the ground only every 3 or 4 feet of distance.  She dances rather than walks, and at times I feel as though I am walking a butterfly.  And it's not a loud or boisterous kind of happy--the kind of happy you might feel when you find a forgotten $20 bill in your pocket or on the first day of summer vacation. It's more the kind of happy that involves no thought, no prize, no reason, no care.  That kind of happy. 

Sometimes it's contageous, sometimes not.  On the days that I can't quite 'get there' with her, I take the seed and plant it.  It's an idea, an intention.  And with that little kernal, happiness grows.


  1. I love it. And when you plant the seed and write about it, it gets planted in me. Thaks you. ee

  2. She really is like walking a butterfly. She flutters rather then walks. I'll show Rick this post, he'll really appreciate it! -Libby