Choice
A Gourmet Diner
I was a really picky eater as a child. I was obsessed by Popeye. My mum and my aunts would put my food in a can to represent spinach and we’d hum the Popeye tune and then I’d happily eat it. —Paul O’Grady Duff here. After visiting the Veterinarian, a Change of Diet was recommended.…
Read MoreMy Finicky Tastes
Duff here. I have a particular Yen for well Flavored Foods. They have to be well Prepared, and seasoned just Right to My Gourmet palate. I love certain Things, for They agree with My Tummy. After an Exquisite meal, I roll over on My back to allow space for My Belly to rumble about and…
Read MoreGo Big or Go Home
Well . . . I already know I’m going to hell at this point . . . It’s really go big or go home. —kushandwizdom.tumblr Duff here. I loved My Aunt Mabel! She loved to go Out on The Town come the Weekend. She would join Her Friends and dance the Night away, skipping and…
Read MorePick Your Battles
Pick your battles. You don’t have to show up to every argument you’re invited to. —InspirationalQuotesMagazine.com Duff here. Mom says I learn Different things every day. Ways to run in the Meadow next door. A different Way to Enjoy My meals. (I drag it all over the Front Room. Discretely, of course.) An unusual method…
Read MoreA Variety of Choices
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, they get mad at you? But when you take him in a car, he sticks his head out the window? —Steve Bluestone Duff here. Now, Mom has not yet tried to Blow in My Face. But if She did? I think there would…
Read MorePesky Habits? Banished!
Those pesky habits tripping you up? Interrupting your life? I don’t know about you, but some of them stopped me from living unstuck. But breaking that problem pattern isn’t as hard as it seems. I managed to break three habits in less than a month. I started small, and figured out those three problem patterns.…
Read MoreI Got Dumped On
Duff here. Recently, I had a Big Adventure. My World had its first real Snowstorm. Snow stacked up. And swirled about. It piled into drifts on Trees and Fences. And I loved it. I played and Romped, skidding as I did Brodies. Living unstuck That is until I got Dumped on. Mom was brushing the…
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