Showing posts with label Abigail Thomas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abigail Thomas. Show all posts

Sunday, November 28, 2010

A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas

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I watch my dogs. They throw themselves into everything they do; even their sleeping is wholehearted. They aren’t waiting for a better tomorrow, or looking back at their glory days. Following their example, I’m trying to stick to the present.

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas

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Well, now I know I can control my tongue, my temper, and my appetites, but that’s it. I have no effect on weather, traffic, or luck. I can’t make good things happen. I can’t keep anybody safe. I can’t influence the future and I can’t fix up the past. What a relief.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas

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Once in a while Rich says something that takes my breath away: "I feel like a tent that wants to be a kite, tugging at my stakes," he said one day, out of a clear blue sky