Went on a walk in the woods today, on a cold Fall day. I'm heading back to Norway this week, though it's actually colder here in MO than it is in NO right now. This is all on my parents' property, in a place that is literally almost named Bumfuck. Still, Bumfuck is really pretty. The dog is also theirs, one of three, though one is pretty old and I think he won't be around much longer. Teufel, you're a good ol' boy.
Argh, I don't want to do the flight back. Such a pain in the ass. Sigh. Can't I just stay here, in the bosom of my family, I get wine in the evenings with Mom, and we giggle a bit, and today Dad gave me all the stuff he has on the family history, which was interesting to read. (Interesting factoid I found out, whether it's true or not I don't know, but apparently my German grandmother's (Mom's mom) governess was one of Franz Kafka's sisters. This would've been in the teens/twenties, in the part of Germany that became east Germany before the war. I'm not sure which sister, but Mom thinks it was Elli, the eldest.)
I don't WANNA go....
I love that your parents have a dog named Teufel. And that dog, in the picture? I want to brush the HECK out of that dog. (Not that I'm saying the dog needs brushing. I just want to brush it. We had a shepherd/collie mix growing up and brushing that dog was my zen.)
ReplyDeleteKathy, Mom brushes them when she can catch them. But right now they need that thick coat, it's cold!!!! I always liked brushing them too, though that one smelled a bit skunky, having caught a skunk recently.
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