Anonymous asked: have you ever made homemade dog treats for watson? i have two westies too, by the way! watson is a handsom chap.
I have! I used to roll peanut butter, oats, and chicken livers (blech) into cookies for Watson. He even had his own set of cookie cutters.
Recently, though, he and the Maxes eat more carrots, apples, and radishes than anything else, so it doesn’t make as much sense to bake a big batch. When they eat cookies, they get Sojo or Old Mother Hubbard treats.
Are your westies on tumblr? Watson loves looking at his friends on the internet.
askReading under Bethesda Terrace on a rainy day with about two hundred school children, their adults, and many dogs.
My brain is full. I am home.
“Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it’s the same with people.”
— James Salter, Burning the Days
james salter burning the days bookish i have so many feelings
“But aren’t you worried he will fall off?” my mom asks.
“Of course not — I am watching him, and, besides. We’re adventuring. It’s not an adventure if there isn’t at least a chance we might fall off.”
Driving a car full of teenagers (and one Watson) is hard on the nerves; I don’t think I’m grown up enough to handle so much responsibility and distraction in a confined space. I like these people, though, and I like them even when it is not Sunday morning (they are Church of Beethoven/Chatter volunteers).
Then we end up sitting on a blanket at the edge of a field, eating popcorn, drinking lemonade, making pinhole viewers from a Raisin Bran box, and listening to Johnny Cash as the sun and the moon do amazing things. It is fun. Really, really fun.
As we drive home, Rachel asks, “are you going to leave soon?”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “For vacation? Or forever?”
“Forever. You like it here, right?”
“I love being here. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I’m not leaving, yet.”
“Okay, good. You shouldn’t leave until we graduate.”
Today, and always, I try to fight against my nature. I try to lean into the moment. I try to enjoy what is fleeting and now without planning for forever. I’m sort of doomed to fail, though, because there is no avoiding the part of me that wants to roll everything beautiful about the day into a big, crumply, shiny ball. I want to hold it in my hands, take big greedy bites of it, and keep it inside of my heart, forever.
That’s sort of creepy. Right. I’m working on it.
Watson, you are magical.
Breakfast: Buttered toast, toast with almond butter and jam, yogurt with mint, coffee.
This card catalog is everything I always knew I wanted.
It is a quiet post-semester/pre-vacation week, which leaves plenty of time to sit in the rain with Watson.
