Achilles, dozing on the deck of a pet friendly cottage we recently visited. We took only him, leaving Fitzi and Lucy at home in the care of a trusted sitter.
Achilles waits behind the gate while I work in the front yard.
While I’d like to have him out front with me – he is very unlikely to race off after some attraction – it’s better having him in the back yard. He is an old guy and I prefer having him there. He is safe from the stray or loose dog which might take advantage of his vulnerability while my back is turned or I’m otherwise unable to defend him.
Our most special senior Achilles takes his ease, and continues to cut a very dignified profile.
Achilles’ Bentley (the white blaze on his forehead) glows brightly, sending calming and healing wishes to all in need.
I want to welcome those of you who began following me in the past week. Thank you very much!
Achilles and a favourite toy, a quacking duck.
Bentley brightly glowing, beloved Achilles snoozes.
Our treasured senior companion Achilles. He could be 13 human years old, he could be 18. Whatever his age, every day is a gift.