Achilles, taking his ease on the day bed. Unlike Stella and foster dog Charlie he spends a good amount of time inside on his own.

Achilles, taking his ease on the day bed. Unlike Stella and foster dog Charlie he spends a good amount of time inside on his own.

Achilles, dozing outside on a warm late winter day.

Our foster dog Charlie resting after a long walk. He’s a big friendly bear, a pleasure to have.

In May 2006 a friend tipped me off about a dog in a shelter. I adopted Achilles based on that tip and my evaluation, though logic and reason suggested otherwise. Sometimes you do something that makes no sense at that time.
For nearly ten years now Faye and I have shared life with this gentle, loving dog. Our lives have been immensely richer, immensely blessed.

Sun pouring in through the living room window spotlights our foster dog Charlie as he pauses while playing with a toy.

Faye and I are fostering this handsome boy named Charlie. He is a sweet big dog with a big heart and a lot of love to share.
It’s a pleasure to be a way station for Charlie to stay in until he goes to his forever home. It feels good to volunteer time, space, attention, and affection.

The late afternoon sun highlights Stella’s ears.

After a full day, my sweet girl sleeps, snug on the couch.

Stella and Achilles look somewhat alike; sometimes people ask if they are related. By blood, no; by species, colour, breed (sort of), and by being treasured companions, most definitely.

Our backyard is songbird friendly so we prefer that the neighbourhood cats stay clear of the backyard. A cat was unfamiliar with the rule and Achilles busted it trespassing so it was compelled to seek shelter up a tree. Achilles kept a watchful eye for about 90 minutes until we all went inside, giving kitty a chance to escape.
