Lucy, on alert. A squirrel, chipmunk, bird, toad may need to be chased.
I have always loved Lucy’s floppy ears, and am so grateful that they were not cropped by one of her previous owners.
I saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then, I am not a dog so I obviously missed it whatever it was.
We spent much of a recent very pleasant spring day outside tending to things that needed tending to. Lucy and Fitzi did the same, and all the activity left Lucy quite tuckered out.
A tired dog is a good dog.
It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.
On weekend mornings we begin the day by sitting in bed, drinking a French press of coffee, surfing or reading. Fitzi and Lucy are welcome to join us.
Lucy usually keeps a close watch out the window for squirrels that may be bold enough to (in her opinion) trespass.
And after all these years I still love her floppy ears.
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.
Our weekend morning ritual is coffee and reading in bed; we invite Fitzi and Lucy up to share some quiet together time.
Lucy often watches out the window on these mornings. I caught her in profile.