We spent a good amount of time outside last weekend; temperatures were at or above all-time February highs. We moved out to a corner of the yard to catch the last bit of late afternoon sun, and brought the dog bed out.
When we decided to go inside, Achilles was not ready to leave his spot.
Photographing a black dog can be challlenging. I think this informal portrait of Fitzi is acceptable.
On weekend mornings, Faye and I lounge in bed, enjoying coffee, reading or surfing. The dogs are welcome to join us. Fitzi joined us this morning and Faye took this photo. Fitzi looms large in our lives in more ways than the obvious one. We are very grateful he is here.
Senior Stella curled up on the end of the couch that gets the most direct blast of heat from the wall furnace. Approaching 14 years old, this end of the couch suits her when she’s not on the dog bed directly in front of the furnace.
We have adopted Fitzi.
The adoption contact is signed by all parties (while Fitzi didn’t sign we judge from the photo that he’s OK with the arrangement).
A deep and heartfelt ‘thank you’ to NOLA Lab Rescue to let us foster and then to adopt him. I’m very moved by their trust and faith in us. He’s the right dog at the right time.
Welcome home sir.
Gotcha is a word that resonates in the dog rescue world. It denotes adopting a dog. Often the date that a dog is adopted is ‘gotcha day’.
I brought Stella home about 13 years ago. I say about because I can’t remember whether it was today or tomorrow. The specific date does not matter to me. Other things related to bringing her home matter far, far more.
One thing is that her previous owners readily gave her up, entrusting her to my care. Another is that despite (perhaps because of) the seriously challenging trials we went through I refused to give up on her. Or give up on myself. Which leads me to a third thing.
Stella was the right dog at the right time. She was and still is a spirit dog.
Gotcha Stella. Then, today, forever.
Gotcha is a word that resonates in the dog rescue world. It denotes adopting a dog, often the date that a dog is adopted as in ‘gotcha day’.
I brought Stella home about 13 years ago. I say about because I can’t remember whether it was today or tomorrow. The specific date does not matter to me. Other things related to bringing her home matter far, far more.
One thing is that her previous owners readily gave her up, entrusting her to my care. Another is that despite (perhaps because of) the seriously challenging trials we went through I refused to give up on her. Or give up on myself. Which leads me to a third thing.
Stella was the right dog at the right time. She was and still is a spirit dog.
Gotcha Stella. Then, today, forever.
Amid the detritus revealed by melting snow, noble Achilles enjoys a recent mild afternoon.
On a snowy day senior Stella is still ready to take a walk. Here, she relaxes in front of the furnace.
I think Fitzi has settled in.
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