Fitzi invited Achilles to play and Achilles accepted the invitation. By the time I got the iPad booted and camera app started they were winding down; they still danced so quickly that I only captured two blurs.
Category: dogs
Looms
On weekend mornings, Faye and I lounge in bed, enjoying coffee, reading or surfing. The dogs are welcome to join us. Fitzi joined us this morning and Faye took this photo. Fitzi looms large in our lives in more ways than the obvious one. We are very grateful he is here.
Gotcha
Gotcha is a word that resonates in the dog rescue world. It denotes adopting a dog. Often the date that a dog is adopted is ‘gotcha day’.
I brought Stella home about 13 years ago. I say about because I can’t remember whether it was today or tomorrow. The specific date does not matter to me. Other things related to bringing her home matter far, far more.
One thing is that her previous owners readily gave her up, entrusting her to my care. Another is that despite (perhaps because of) the seriously challenging trials we went through I refused to give up on her. Or give up on myself. Which leads me to a third thing.
Stella was the right dog at the right time. She was and still is a spirit dog.
Gotcha Stella. Then, today, forever.
Shining
Fitzy, fur shining, on a sunny late autumn day.
Help
We recently had a short yet most delightful sojurn at a treehouse. After settling in, Faye and I strolled down a nearby country road. We returned to discover that Achilles and Stella provided much help during our absence. They ensured that the sleeping platform did not float away.
Focussed
Stella was so focussed on . . . something, that leaves falling onto her nape were unworthy of her attention.
Guard the couch, take 2
Achilles, guard the couch.
A noble and important duty.
Wake me when summer ends.
Achilles is ready for autumn.
Coming
Our foster Lucy, coming in search of someone to play fetch.
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