Revisiting a fall evening with Achilles, aka Chili Dog, gone on ahead.
Revisiting.
Tag: beloved
All tucked in.
And emitting a gentle, rippling snore.
It’s good to have a dog.
A noble profile.
Beloved Fitzi.
Loved.
Pretty, intelligent, demanding, vexatious, loved, beloved, precious Lucy.
Watched.
Fitzi, head cocked a bit to his right, watched Faye come out the door.
He is such a good dog.
My introduction to dogs.
While my family had dogs during my childhood, my real introduction to love of and for dogs began in 1989.
Moxy Kingsley Maxxum Foxfire, aka Kingsley Leigh, was (and I understand I am anthropomorphizing) kind, patient, tolerant of my ignorance of all things dog.
Without having her in my life it is possible I would never have known how good it is to share life with a dog. Or dogs. I expect to continue doing so for as long as possible.
Life is good.
Lucy, update.
It turned out to be a small scrape on the pad, rendering it sensitive. Since she was largely back to normal by Monday, Labour Day, we decided to continue watching through the week. She’s fine, back to her normal self. Here she is tonight, watching the world go by.
We’re pleased that she is her old self.
Nope, not sleeping.
Nope, nope not at all.
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