Our good boy, our treasured companion, our Fitzi.

Back on Thursday.
Our good boy, our treasured companion, our Fitzi.

Back on Thursday.
Fitzi stretched out on the floor observing Faye at work and held this position for several minutes.

As daylight fades, Fitzi watches over the back yard.

After a recent (unannounced) break I’m back to posting.
Faye and I took the dogs to Pittsburgh PA and attended a fund-raiser for the Southwest Pennsylvania Retriever Rescue Organization, S.P.A.R.R.O. for short. S.P.A.R.R.O. and it’s companion organization, Shades of Grey Sanctuary for Senior Dogs, are operated by Joe Maringo, a truly remarkable man. We had a great time and hope we helped raise a good sum for a worthy cause. Joe hosted a Lab Fest the next day; people and dogs had good fellowship.
We expected Achilles and Fitzi to be good in the car. We are very pleased with how good they were around unfamilar people and dogs. Achilles ambles around the fenced in area.

We really appreciate all of the kindness and generosity everyone shared and expect to attend next year.
While it was great to go away, after 1400 klicks in four days it’s good to be home.
Fitzi tries on a new collar. One new to him, previously worn by beloved BoJo.


Achilles (12? years old) and Fitzi (three) engage in a play session. They play well, which is good for both of them. Also, Stella is no longer pressured to do something she no longer cares to engage in.
Back on Thursday.
There are many sticks
true, many sticks are alike
but this stick is mine

April 2005, Mount Bonnell. Faye, me, and beloved Moonpie. Tentative, hesitant, learning, becoming comfortable. Little did I suspect where life would lead.
Little did I suspect how vastly better life would become, has become, is. I am very very blessed, and thankful.
Back on Thursday.

Still revisiting older photos. Corndog was perhaps the sweetest dog I’ve ever owned. As far as he was concerned every human, dog, and cat was his friend.

We encroached on Fitzi’s territory today. Faye did laundry and finished drying it by hanging it on a rack in front of the wall furnace. Fitzi is very fond of the furnace, so he wormed under the hanging laundry to get up close to his ‘friend.’
