Fitzi’s favourite toy is this ball. We sometimes play chase/keep away using it as the prize. Here, he seems to say ‘I dare ya to take it.’

Fitzi’s favourite toy is this ball. We sometimes play chase/keep away using it as the prize. Here, he seems to say ‘I dare ya to take it.’

Fitzi very nicely takes a treat. What is the treat? A piece of celery rib. Yes, he likes celery.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Good boy.

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.
Fitzi’s blaze still glows when the light is down low.

Fitzis’ ear curls into a close-parenthesis.

As dusk falls on this Saturday Fitzi and I enjoy the evening, serenaded by crickets and Randy Bachman’s Vinyl Tap featuring Elton John and Billy Joel.

I was very kindly allowed to bring Achilles to work. At one point, he positioned himself at the entrance, where he could watch the world go by.

Our elder statesman Achilles regards the world with his normal aplomb.

Our good boy, our treasured companion, our Fitzi.

Back on Thursday.
Though we’ve had several spells of warm and humid weather we have resisted installing the window air conditioner. I broke down today – temperature in the high 20s C and humidity upwards of 70% – and plugged the a/c into the living room window. Tomorrow may be even more warm and humid, and storms are likely.
Achilles seemed to like my action plan.
Back on Thursday.
