Is there anything more soothing than the sound of a fountain?  so calming and peaceful, transporting you to a mountain stream, washing your cares away ….

Yesterday morning, I was standing by my kitchen sink, sipping the day’s first cup of coffee.  It was 7:00 a.m. and  the daughters had just left for school.  I was gathering my wits.

Suddenly the sound of dripping water ……  I was not transported – I was transfixed.

Little Mr. Edgar Allen Poe – he who still squats in the yard rather than lifting his leg like a man.  he who had just been outside to take care of the morning’s ablutions.

There he was, lifting his leg and peeing into the giant water dish I keep on the floor for all of the dogs, including him!

He was in perfect balance and his aim was precise.  He did not miss a drop.

I live in a nut house.