Model Dog

Norwich Terrier Teacher

She asked

if I’m WILD from

props and poses

and suit and specs,




I’ll STAY and PLAY,

fwip -fwip, wag, wag,

bow-wow, woof- woof,

you do DIG dogs

don’t SPEAK?

Copyright Susan Stone 2018


Life from the Floor


I shiver and quiver and scamper away
from the stomping, clunking,
dirt dragging shoes.

By Susan Stone

(copyright 2017)



This is my son’s new cat, Jeff.  He was rescued from the Humane Society in June.   While all the other cats purred and rubbed up against their cages, Jeff hid under his blanket.

Alex pointed to what looked to be an empty cage and said, “I want him.”

Jeff continued his antisocial behaviour by growling and hissing at us as we attempted to get to know him in the meet and greet room.

Still, Alex held firm.   “Jeff needs me and I need him.”

And he was right.  He saw something in this angry cat that we didn’t see.  Jeff, who he calls cat-bird because he makes bird noises, is the sweetest cat and has won us over.

(I added colored layering to the photograph to give it an artsy look.)

Oh Joy


My dogs find joy everywhere.  They easily get lost in a smell in the grass and leaves that drift in the breeze.   But a new toy-that has them prancing and dancing.

A few of my small joys:

Raw Sugar hand soap- smells great and feels even better.

Funky socks from the Paul Smith store in Las Vegas.

A walk in the park – a natural attitude adjuster.


socks and soap

and a walk in the park-

oh joy.

by, Susan Stone