Dogs and a Tarot Deck

          

          Recently, I made a very dumb mistake when I headed across the street to play with my furry neighbor, a golden doodle named Cooper. I had my deck of little Rider-Waite Tarot cards in the pocket of my coat. I wanna tell you about that and also share something quickly about how I get 'yes' and 'no' messages from my Higher Self, just in case this tidbit ends up being helpful to you.

This Dog Won't Go Gentle Into That Good Night

"...She's a female version of Archie Bunker, a canine Cartman."

A Conversation With My Late Childhood Dog

                        
 From the Vaults of My Old Blog:

       The room that Arthur has agreed to meet in is bordering on colonial opulence, as if it is the dream bedroom in a manic American Girl doll catalog. It is the only red and white themed room at the Potter Grace Bed and Breakfast, and it is the only room booked for a single occupant listed as Westley Familiaris. By the window in the corner, at the foot of an armchair, sits Arthur, dressed in white, breathing deeply, appearing so comfortable that it's almost zen-like. Outside, it's warm for a February afternoon in this part of the country, with fat blocks of yellow sunlight streaming through windows. Shannon is sitting on the bed at the other side of the room, running her fingers over stitches in the comforter.