When Achilles sleeps, even his tongue relaxes.

When Achilles sleeps, even his tongue relaxes.

The author Jon Katz writes about the Spirit Dog, a dog that comes into your life when you need it.
Stella was and is a Spirit Dog. She was entrusted to me by people who must have found it difficult to let go of her, yet did let go. Stella and I worked through some challenges, I found purpose and gumption in guiding, training her. We did a lot of work and learned a great deal. We’ve been on quite a journey, which hasn’t ended.

Stella in her favourite place, the dog bed in front of the wall furnace which periodically emits a welcome blast of heat.

Fitzy, fur shining, on a sunny late autumn day.

As the shutter clicked, capturing this image of our current foster Fitzi, a scent on the wind sent him questing, trying to catch a better whiff.

Stella cautiously looks over the edge of the deck of a treehouse we recently stayed at.

We recently had a short yet most delightful sojurn at a treehouse. After settling in, Faye and I strolled down a nearby country road. We returned to discover that Achilles and Stella provided much help during our absence. They ensured that the sleeping platform did not float away.

Achilles had his two week check-up the other day, after several dental extractions on October 7. The vet is very pleased with his recovery and said that the extrachtions have healed quite well. He gave the go-ahead to slowly resume feeding kibble beginning today, two weeks post-surgery. Lamentably, more teeth need to be extracted. They can wait though; there is no hurry.
For now, we give thanks for the good boy’s fine recovery.

I don’t mind that a leaf is stuck to my tongue, do you?
Achilles, I don’t mind at all.

Achilles and Stella survey different parts of their domain.
