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Good morning, friends. 💮💮💮

22 July 2025

I just got back from picking up Charlie from the veterinarian’s office, where he stayed while we were away. It’s always a thrill to see how excited he gets when he spots me—tail wagging, eyes bright, dragging the young veterinary assistant behind him like a runaway parade float. Before we pick him up, I always ask them to give him a bath and trim his nails. The nails matter—he’s accidentally scratched my forearm more than once, just being his friendly, enthusiastic self.

Right now, he’s quiet, and I can’t help but wonder if his stay was as exhausting for him as our trip was for us. The thing about dogs is, they’re a big part of our lives—but for those of us who live with them, we are their whole world. That’s something worth remembering.

“Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them and filling an emptiness we didn’t ever know we had.” — Thom Jones

#morning #flowers #dogs #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature

"Nestled among the windswept sand dunes of a quiet beach, the morning glories—Ipomoea pes-caprae, commonly known as railroad vine or beach morning glory—unfurl like delicate trumpets in the sun. Their petals are a radiant violet-purple, edged with softness and veined with deeper hues that draw the eye inward to a pale, star-shaped throat. Each bloom seems to glow against the muted palette of sand and scrub, like nature’s own spotlight. The vines sprawl low and wide, hugging the contours of the dunes with thick, waxy green leaves shaped like hooves—hence the species name pes-caprae, meaning “goat’s foot.” Their creeping stems weave through the sand like living threads, anchoring the blossoms in place against the breeze. Around them, the landscape is a mix of sun-bleached grasses, scattered shells, and the gentle rise and fall of dune ridges, all bathed in morning light. The contrast is striking: vibrant color blooming from a place of wind and salt, resilience wrapped in beauty. These flowers don’t just survive the harsh coastal elements—they thrive, offering a quiet kind of defiance and grace." - Copilot
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[–] [S] 1 point 1 year ago

@jdmyeepa@zirk.us

Yes, about what you added—and I wish it weren’t true. Just a month or so ago, our other dog, Ben, passed after more than 16 years. I still haven’t moved his bed.

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