There are landscapes, seascapes, skyscapes, cityscapes. Here is a furscape. Achilles’ fur, close up.
There are landscapes, seascapes, skyscapes, cityscapes. Here is a furscape. Achilles’ fur, close up.
A profile photo of Stella. Senior dog, forever dog.
Still rummaging through old photos. I’d say Achilles the former Texan has adapted quite well to winter.
Most cattle dogs and many ACDx have a Bentley, a white forehead blaze. Stella’s extends to the nape of her neck. Sometimes in the cattle dog community, an owner will request a glowing Bentley or send a glowing Bentley for a dog in distress or one no longer with us. I find it a charming, lovely sentiment.
I adopted Achilles from a Central Texas animal shelter in May of 2006. He was picked up as a stray and his people, for whatever reason, had not come for him.
He was an adult dog and adults often are overlooked by potential adopters. Chilidog had been looked at but not adopted. The shelter workers held on to him, believed in him, kept him well past the time they probably should have ‘made a decision.’ And then I came along. He had been there two days short of a year on the day I brought him home.
Here we are, eight years later. Achilles has been such a treasure. He’s a great ambassador for his species. He’s a good ladies’ man I’m told.
A small way to return the favour those shelter workers did him, me, us, is to fund-raise for the OSPCA. So we’re walking in the OSPCA Friends for Life! Walk.
Pay it back, pay it forward.
Beloved Achilles. Friends for life indeed.
It’s sometimes hard to believe she’s eleven years old. Recently someone saw her and was quite surprised to learn her age. Stella’s been a challenging dog at times – very quick to learn; quickly bored; on walks paying less attention to me than I was accustomed to in my dogs; wary of unfamiliar people; still occasionally letting loose that cattle dog shriek. I had to learn new ways of in-seeing, both into her specifically, dogs in general, and myself. She’s not a perfect dog but no dog is. She’s more than good enough.
My life, my self, is much richer for owning her.
I was initially disgruntled when Stella moved as I snapped the shutter. After viewing this photo I came to like it, capturing her kineticism.