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.’
We bid adieu to February by trying to create a family portrait on a blustery day. We were less than 100 percent successful.
Back on Thursday. And again, thank you for visiting.
It was a fine day to be outside, to be a dog, to be Fitzi.
Photographing a black dog can be challlenging. I think this informal portrait of Fitzi is acceptable.
Fitzi invited Achilles to play and Achilles accepted the invitation. By the time I got the iPad booted and camera app started they were winding down; they still danced so quickly that I only captured two blurs.
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.
Fitzy, fur shining, on a sunny late autumn day.
It is almost impossible to think of all the dogs I’ve had without thinking of Corndog, a Labx stray who wormed his way into my life and my heart. Everyone was his friend; he never met a human, dog, or cat he disliked.
Here, he naps in between making friends.
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