Three month old Pomeranian, in sunny East Florida

She likes to dig the ice cubes out of her water bowl. Some she eats, and the rest she hides for later, some times, in my shoe.

Athena Veritas Alexander

During the day, I build cabinetry for 70′ luxury yachts here in Florida. Athena waits patiently.

In the morning, 5am, Athena whines in a high-pitched squeel, expressing her objections to my leaving. After a few seconds, the objections stop, and she goes to the master bedroom and sleeps on part of my robe that hangs from the bedpost, onto the floor. I usually return to the house about 3pm, and I apologize for my absence by playing in the back yard.

She takes me around the yard and shows me things that interested her during the day. We have a doggy door. Usually, it’s a branch from a palm tree that fell, a dead lizard in the grass, or strips of flesh that she stripped from the sides of a banana tree. We usually end lying in the grass, with her head propped on my arm, watching a mocking bird, a squirrel, or the kids playing in my neighbors pool.

After checking for leftovers in my lunch box, I go to my home office to work on things like… this. I have a stool under my desk, and that is Athena’s next landing spot. She stays there until I finish, and expects to be carried to the living room. It’s a Pom thing.

She’s only three pounds so far, and it’d funny watching her learn and experience everything for the first time. Today, she learned that she can jump from the back seat in the car, onto the arm rest, and back. Before, she would fall in the floor and stand there with her face between the two front seats. Today we put down the windows at the drive-thru and I watched her listening to the sounds, and smelling all of the flavors of a busy shopping area. She likes to dig the ice cubes out of her water bowl. Some she eats, and the rest she hides for later, some times, in my shoe.

This afternoon, we took a nap on my bed. Her idea of taking care of her human is to lick my ears and eyes. I often travel with sawdust residue from the shop. She did my ears, and moved to my eyes where I still wore my glasses. I saw her coming and removed the glasses, which she chased all over the bed, as if my eyes were in the glasses.

It’s a warm, quiet, Saturday. I think I may open the windows, and go back to bed.

If you’ve read this far, go look at my latest book. Book one, and part of book two, also has a Pomeranian.

Longue Durée I, II, and III

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Author: David Alexander

Writer David Alexander’s life has had as many twists and plot changes as his books. College in Cincinnati for commercial art was sidelined for the construction industry. His writing started there, as therapy for the stress of owning a business. David learned to sail, and vacationed on a sailboat in the Caribbean, every December. He fell in love with St. Croix and shut down the Ohio business permanently. Moving 2200 miles, he built and ran condominiums in St. Croix, USVI. Now, living on the east coast of Florida, David builds interiors for 70’ luxury yachts. The years of stories in the marinas, and experiences in many countries, fuel the keyboard of this lucky writer. He has done with little effort what many hope to experience on their bucket list.