Achilles waits for our foster Lucy to leap off the deck and continue the chase game.

Achilles waits for our foster Lucy to leap off the deck and continue the chase game.

Achilles and our foster Lucy began playing and I had a very close-up look at the action.

How wonderful to do nothing all day long,
and after having done so,
to rest.

Achilles, also known as Chili dog, looking very thoughtful.

I have lost track of the exact date I adopted Achilles. It is enough to say that right about ten years ago today, I brought him home.
He helped me get through: letting go of beloved Corndog; keeping sensitive Stella busy and at work; my frequent travelling to see Faye; selling my house then moving to Canada; travelling on two long road trips.And a great deal more.
Chili dog has always been steady and reliable. Perhaps not always the best ambassador from his kind to his kind, yet always a most excellent ambassador from his kind to our kind.
I’ve been blessed to own Achilles.


Good boy, now I will get down on the ground.

Nono, stay.


OK, we will work on this another time.

Several times each travel day, Achilles came up to look around for a few minutes.

Good dogs Achilles and Stella, enjoying a good spring day.

Achilles, dozing on a sunny late winter (effectively spring) day. I adopted Achilles nearly nine years ago and did not expect to still have this good boy. We are still graced with his presence and each day he is here is a gift. I’m deeply grateful.
EDITED TO ADD: I adopted Achilles almost ten years ago. That’s how the years have flown by!
