A Recipe of Love in a Time of Grief

“Spam”

Take one Dog:
Mix in a unique blend of differing breeds:
Body of Lab
Stance of Corgi
Legs of Terrier
Snout of Dachshund
Personality of Cat
One ear to stand up like the ear of a Boston
One ear to fold over like the unclipped ear of Boxer

Add a desire to bark and attack fellow K9 breeds, regardless of size, and welcome any feline company (particularly those of the “Black” variety).

Fold with loyalty and recognition of any family member, despite the time of absence.

Dash heavily with:

Joy: When family or really any human arrive, pup welcomes by standing on hind legs, front paws waving as she eagerly awaits acknowledgement by a simple pat of the head or rub of the ears.
Excitement: At the mere sight of one lacing up shoes, she will dance by the front door, slight whimpers turn to happy yipping as the sight of the lead appears from the closet. She will hardly contain this anticipation, as again the standing on hind legs, front paws waving, she thinks she is assisting in the connection of the leash. The exhilaration is so great, she will hold on to her own leash as she prances along her walk.
Energy: Even in old age, you will recognize the eternal puppy in her soul as she bounds up and down the stairs, wagging her tail for all situations, and looks at you with that knowing eagerness as you grab the coveted bag of treats from the pantry.

This little creation has a highly unique, not so secret, ingredient: The pup must be one orphaned at an early age by a deeply loved owner, whose entire family whole-heartedly has adopted this little dog. Her original “pet” human gained her initial admission to the home with the simple phrase: “How could you say no to that face?”

Who would have known “that face” would give years of comfort and joy to the surviving family after her owner had left this world?

Finally, once all is thoroughly mixed, love for over 15 years. The result will be the happiest pup, as she is certainly a genuinely jovial little dog. This can be recognized by the constant tail wagging, couch cuddling, and continuous (often underfoot) presence. After 15 years of love, and when her health can no longer sustain her life, gently send her home to her original master. There she will again play and wait in peace for the rest of her family, each of whom she will enthusiastically greet: on hind legs, front paws waving.

Time Continues...to Fly Away

I come and visit my post almost daily. It is like dealing with a sick pet. You really don't know what to do to help or heal. The dog cannot bark it's displeasure, informing you of the cramp in it's belly. Sometimes the continual licking of a certain area leads you to the thorn in the paw, but this blog has yet to show me where it is hurting.

It is a site more for my own entertainment. A place I can write about topics which fascinate me. I do not write to make a fan base, I just write to write. But as I visit my own place each day, two things cross my mind:
1. Maybe I can make it a full year without posting.
2. I need to rekindle my site.

I see other sites and feel the uninspiring tug of my own brain fester like an infected oyster cut. It hurts... but then again, it'll heal. I will get a spark of inspiration someday...I hope. Until then, I can live with the scar of an 11 month hiatus.

But what to do? How can I make my postings more fun for this site I once envisioned years ago? I do not want this to be a site of journaling, telling lonely passerby's my life stories. Not only because they need not know my busniess, but perhaps because it'd bore them to tears.

I have got a hatchling brewing in my brain of some creative menu's for the Mele Cafe. Patience, my dear blog, we are under renovation. We will soon have our grand opening, complete with daily/ weekly specials. I have an idea, and that is what this cafe has been waiting for the past long months...

More is certainly to come.