All posts tagged: dog

In My Brain Today: Random thoughts by Leslie Lindsay

By Leslie Lindsay Most days, I have plently in my brain, but today–well–today there isn’t much. Okay, maybe I lied: I am sad that my 5 yo has a sunburn because she is just 5 and doesn’t know when or how to reapply sunscreen when she is at day camp, and apparently neither does her counselor. I am feeling a little like I might be a “bad mom” for sending her to day camp with her older sister in the first place. This morning when I woke her up, she threw her soft arms around my neck and gave me a big smile. Her body was warm (from the sunburn?) and cuddly. I honestly didn’t want to let her go. My yoga instructor tells us that she is the kind of mom who really likes having her son around…that it’s hard for her to send him to school all day (and he’s a 6th grader)…my mommy guilt is cranking way up. My dog is still cute. In fact, I think I am going to enter …

In My Brain Today: My Desk

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By Leslie Lindsay I love my desk. I purchased it at Sam’s Club right out of college. It was with me at my first “big girl” apartment in Rochester, Minnesota where I was an R.N. at the Mayo Clinic. I started writing my memoir on it. (Ha–do you find that sort of ironic? Writing a memoir at the ripe ‘ol age of 23? Well, for those of you who know me personally, you’ll know I have plenty of memoir material). Not only that, but I have penned my first book at this desk (in combination with various coffee shop tables). It has meaning to me. It is worn in the area where my right (write?) wrist rests and rubs along the desk. I has seen many moments–happy ones and sad ones and perhaps a tear or two, maybe a bang of fist. I love that my hound is lying content on the floor, grunting here and there as she sleeps a deep dog sleep, sometimes running her stubby legs in fast succession as though she …

Begging for More

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I have been wanting to add a member to the family for some time. My huband says, “no.” My husband says they are “ugly and smelly.” I disagree. I say they are adorable and only smell if you don’t take care of them. I will take care of them. This debate of sorts has been going on since my youngest moved from her crib to her big girl bed. And it’s not just me who’s begging for a new addition. The girls are, too. It would be one big, happy family. And really, what’s a family without a dog? My breed of choice is probably the #1 reason why he says “no,” that and the fact that he thinks the girls need to older to help take care of the dog –and then he’ll make a macabre comment–telling me, “the dog will die while they are still young and vulnerable. Let’s wait so the dog dies when the girls go off to college.” Always the realist, my husband. I have wanted a Bassett Hound since …