Achilles’ ears are so expressive. Here he watches, listens to the world going by.
Back on Thursday.
Month: April 2017
Caught
The nearly full moon caught my eye this morning. The brisk crosswind which caught my arms and legs made it impossible to hold the camera steady.
Perched
Perched on a feeder, an American Goldfinch works on a sunflower seed.
Tries
Fitzi tries on a new collar. One new to him, previously worn by beloved BoJo.
Begs
The calendar reports that spring began 17 days ago.
Winter begs to differ.
Play
Achilles (12? years old) and Fitzi (three) engage in a play session. They play well, which is good for both of them. Also, Stella is no longer pressured to do something she no longer cares to engage in.
Back on Thursday.
Dozes
Stella dozes during a warm-ish early spring afternoon.
Sticks
There are many sticks
true, many sticks are alike
but this stick is mine
Journey
Stella had a birthday yesterday – she is 14. Her health is still pretty good. She’s alert, wants to eat, drink, go out, walk (and still sometimes yodels when I pick up the leash), go for rides.
I know she is nearer the day that no dog owner looks forward to than I prefer. While I am sometimes a little sad about that, gratitude, satisfaction, and pleasure far outweigh that sadness.
We have had quite a journey since I adopted her in December 2003, a mental, physical, spiritual journey that has deeply enriched me. I have learned a lot about myself, about dogs, about life. She has been a gift, the right dog at the right time, a forever dog.
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