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

Saturday, January 8, 2011

State of Our Union

Okay, for a few minutes--and I mean few--Mercy is asleep.  I repeat:  Mercy is asleep.  It's a beautiful thing.  I would like to (briefly, probably) review the past 22 days of our togetherness and set a vision for the future.

Together, we have learned:

1. Where to piddle and poop, where not to piddle and poop, and perfecting the art of noticing.
2. Crates rule.
3.  Everything is interesting.  Every single thing.
4.  Rules at the dog park:  we arrive together, we leave together.
5.  It's only a couch.
6.  It's only a book.
7.  It's only a rug.
8.  Everything is food.  Every single thing.
9.  Our names.  We know our names.
10.  Balls are for chasing.
11.  Sticks are for chasing.
12.  Dropped food is for chasing.
13.  Dishwasher = Dog Disneyland.
14.  Running alot is a very good thing.
15.  Baths.  Hmmmph....
16.  Kongs rule.
17.  Kongs with peanut butter rule even more.
18.  Dog treats in pocket = instant fame.
19.  This matters.  That doesn't.
20.  Everyone is interesting.  Every single one.
21.  Waking up is the thrill of a lifetime--every single time.
22.  Mercy + me = Bingo

And a vision for the future......

Oops--gotta go!  The future just got here and Mercy's all over it. Visioning where my other boot might be....

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