Labrador Retriever – Page 2

Rapt

Kendal, Achilles, and Stella barely registered my presence taking photos. Almost every particle of their beings were zoomed in on Faye, who was (you will have to read the next post to learn why)

Corndog

I have what I think are some good photos on the camera Unfortunately the camera is in the car, which Faye has tonight. Rather than lament my forgetfulness, here’s a wonderful blast from my past.

One day in 2005 as I power-walked Stella, this loose on the street Labx began following us. He was a friendly boy, didn’t seem too street- or car-savvy. I didn’t want him to get hit so I encouraged him to follow us. Very long story shortened, I named him Corndog (he was yellow, and round, and a dog, ergo Corndog). After a couple false starts he came to live with me. Our time together was cut unexpectedly short by his lymphoma diagnosis, and I had to let go of him in January 2007.

I’m grateful to have had him in my life. Sometimes I think, believe, we get the dog we need. Corndog came into my life when I was focussed, intense. He may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but he was sweet, friendly, happy. He never met a human, dog, or cat he disliked. I needed some lightening up, some comic relief. Through owning him I became more relaxed and open, a better human and a better dog owner.

This is my most favourite photo of him, dozing on the couch. I think he was snoring.

Trio

Kendal

I bark, therefore I am.

Andrew’s home!

A little blurry because both camera and Achilles were in motion.

On getting home, I let myself in leaving the door open. I drop my bag and let the dogs out of the living room, then follow them outside. Achilles romped this afternoon. Kendal tended to business first, then galloped up, his greeting no less enthusiastic.