Sometimes on Saturday, when we feel blue and tender for no particular reason, we like to pretend we're Henry David Throreau, all alone in the woods, and we picture our cozy house and the wood table where we'd eat our peaches and the worn soft bowls we'd use for cereal and how we'd keep our boots right outside the front door even in the pouring rain and how we'd sit---quiet---each evening as the sun went down and how we'd be able to handle all the lonely with complete grace as we gazed out our windows sheathed in lovely curtains and then we remember that AFTER WEEKS OF SEARCHING AND CHECKING we finally found our beloved Frederic Fekkai Full Volume Shampoo at CVS and we get giddy with joy and we think
Oh who needs those scary old woods? and we dream about how we'll have a nice glass of Cabernet with our dinner.
Be Here Now-ish,
Sandy Superficial
6 comments:
Cooper does look like his fur is at full volume there - Looking good!
Yes, Thoreau actually just stayed in the woods when it suited him.....I think he went shopping for shampoo, and other conveniences of the day, too.
I love Cooper.
It's also my maiden name......so I think the perfect name for your pup.
I want to snuggle up on that bed with him and stick my nose in those full volume ears.
Cooper is a world class snuggler.
Could Cooper have combined any more of my loves? Meg grew up next to Walden and spent many a summer paddling there; she wishes they had Frederic Fekkai back then. The beach spray would have so been my savior.
Growing up next to Walden sounds like a dream.
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