V. Putin is one very sick puppy

i'm on a sunny deck

wondering how my dog will recover

from being bitten on her tongue by an angry groundhog

which she cornered in the woods

on our Mother's Day walk.

it was a young hog, probably having a first encounter

with a dog, but amazingly adept at defending itself.

my dog, Osa, bled quite a lot. 

even after i managed to separate the gladiators,

she was reluctant to break off the fight.

but i've thoroughly washed her in warm, soapy water,

removing most of the bright blood that had covered her muzzle and

front legs.

but now drinking my second full glass of Port wine is making me

mellow, and i might offer some to her,

as she watches the gold fish in my small pond.

she needs to become more philosophical about her life,

is my conjecture.

the wine, you ask?

yes, it's a quite good Portuguese wine, from the vineyards

in the Douro Valley.

i've opened the bottle and there's no one else to share

it with;

right now i'm alone in my growing older years.

it's okay; i'm fine with this

state of affairs.

see, there's time for cooking and reading, although i've been neglecting

the house cleaning part lately.

mostly it's the Ukraine disaster that's keeping me awake at night,

so maybe another bottle of wine will help me sleep.

i'll consider that thought, while lingering under this early summer afternoon sun.

nearby, i have three large baskets of beautiful flowers hanging from tall poles,

and lots of red and violet dahlias, and a fantastic yellow yarrow,

which is a perennial and it happily survived the cold winter months.

i have an expansive view over a river and easily see the far hills,

but i am disturbed by crazy psychopathic people, and it's

obvious to me that V. Putin is one very sick puppy,

and hopefully his tongue is bleeding, too.

he might need a soapy shower

and a very long nap,

while my dog simply needs a short nap.

he is the major protagonist responsible for the Ukraine disaster.

i hope he has difficulty sleeping at night.

may he never be offered a glass of good Port wine.