Pretty, intelligent, demanding, vexatious, loved, beloved, precious Lucy.
Fitzi, head cocked a bit to his right, watched Faye come out the door.
He is such a good dog.
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.
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, nope not at all.
I was reviewing my oh so extensive photos directory, saw this photo and smiled.
Kendal is flanked by Achilles (left) and Stella(right). Although they have gone on ahead they remain, and will always be, so beloved.
Our much loved Fitzi.
Our much loved (though at times exasperating) girl Lucy, sleeping on the day bed.