the darker side of margie

The hospitalization this week of Majory Stewart Baxter, 10 (in human years), after police responded to a report of a suicide attempt at her Camden Minneapolis home, astonished anyone who knows her simply as the affable, boxer-german shepard mix around town.

To us outsiders, Baxter's partying seemed to be of the happy-go-lucky, nobody-gets-hurt variety. While other canines got kenneled, Baxter always appeared to have a healthy penchant for following the rules. When she wasn't busy taming her rambunctious backyard sticks, Baxter's life consisted of licking faces, riding in the car, and practicing her bark.

Obviously something darker was going on amidst all those brindle-furred mellow good times. The only comment from Baxter, who's said to be in good condition at an undisclosed healing facility, has been to issue this statement: "I respectfully ask that the media allow me to receive care and heal in private during this difficult time."

It's unusual that a dog in her prime should suffer such a dramatic meltdown. A suicide attempt, if in fact that's what happened, signals that a person is in the deepest kind of pain. While it may be a surprise to those of us who know her only by her twinkly-eyed jumpy persona, Baxter's crisis probably didn't sneak up on those close to her. And the canine and her loved ones likely won't return to the good life quickly, either.

growing

sour grapes growing on our backyard trellis:

the meyer lemon tree Ben sent yields green lemons:

mum & dad put in 7 hours of gardening work around our house:

Napoleon, too afraid to go outside, watched through the window:

a summer story

one summer day, susan spent the five seconds

that she had free in her garden

carrying basil in her mouth to keep hands free:

margie chased a big blue plastic ball,

begging anyone to throw it across the yard again...

and again... and again...

...and played charades (this one was "kangaroo"):

susan picked the first two zucchinis of the season

as margie made sure they were ok to eat.

susan remarked, "wow i've gained a lot of weight!"

to which margie replied, "you ain't fat! you beautiful!"

then, susan went inside and modeled

some of late grandma patricia's jewelry

(and found out those 5 holes up one earlobe still can hold an earring!)

at last, they snuggled up on the bed

and had a good sleep

(while the mischievous man of the house

snapped photos and sat insomniatically awake all night).

...the end.