Fitzi very nicely takes a treat. What is the treat? A piece of celery rib. Yes, he likes celery.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Good boy.
Month: September 2017
Smile
Someone mentioned today that they really miss their dog that’s gone on ahead and are still sad he is no longer here.
While I miss all the dogs that have gone on ahead, am sometimes for a few moments sad (for me) about letting go of Stella last May, I generally look back with gratitude and contentment that I shared life and time with so many dogs, different dogs.
How can I not smile when I look at this photo of sweet Corndog spotlighted by a sunbeam, snoozing on his couch?
I have been blessed.
Glows
Fitzi’s blaze still glows when the light is down low.
Harvest
A combine cuts the first swathe through a soybean field. The last swathe may be done before I see the field tomorrow morning.
Back on Thursday.
Curls
Fitzis’ ear curls into a close-parenthesis.
Heat wave
We are in the throes of a late summer/early fall heat wave, the likes of which I don’t remember experiencing during my ten years in Canada. The noontime outdoor temperature is 30C or 88F (the upper left large number in the image). The indoor temperature is 25C or 77F which is surprisingly tolerable with the drapes and windows are closed, ceiling fan running. I will likely fire up the a/c soon though – Faye has more than earned the right to be comfortable for a while before heading to work for Day . . . 30?
I’m not particularly complaining about this heat (though I thought I left late September heat waves in Texas!); my mewling complaint would accomplish nothing more than reminding me of my discomfort. My attitude is more a matter of wow, this is a remarkable event and one to accept, endure with as much grace as possible.
And that’s fine
Achilles’ coat still has tufty after a brushing. Always has been, always will be.
And that’s fine. An exquisitely groomed dog isn’t on our list of needs.
Remarkably
This little songbird, I believe a Tennessee Warbler, had no fear, remarkably felt no need to escape when another person and I approached it.
Flowers and fog
It’s good to be a dog . . .
. . . and to have a lawn to roll on.
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