I am a mature male Westie. I now have a Tibetan Terrier puppy brother by the name of Bond. I have a Mom and a DOD (Dear Old Dad). I live on Saturna Island in the summer and Tubac AZ in the winter. I do what I can.
There are a few trails on our Farm....the rock-pile trail, Tanya's trail and the pump-house trail to name a few. Two of the trails have moss covered walks that feels like the best carpet in the world. The moss has grown over fallen trees and stumps and they look like green gnomes and sometimes animals..a couple like like fat green sheep. Some of the stumps have doors and windows carved into the trunks and with moss thatch roofs I know they are faerie houses. In the fall the mushrooms peek through the mosses..every shape and colour that you can imagine..from tiny white, to red polka-dotted and even jet black that drip black ooze like something out of a scary movie. I like to think of the Faerie people and I say this poem to myself as mom and I walk along (mom says it too) UP the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. Do you believe in Faeries?