I was in the States recently and had occasion to visit a grocery store. I saw this and smiled.


I enjoyed a Moon Pie or two in the past. I also smiled because it reminded me of my beloved Moonpie, the goofy and sweet ball dog that went on ahead in 2005.

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A very good reminder of of a very good dog.


While sorting through photos this rainy evening I came across this photo of years-ago-let-go-of Moonpie, a Labx. She was a sweet girl. Ready for an adventure. By owning her I continued learning about the love of and for dogs, continued learning about letting go, sometimes earlier than you would like.

I’m blessed to have owned her.

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Revisiting, Part IV – Final Part

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.


First photo

First photo

Taken in April 2005 on Mount Bonnell in Austin with my beloved Labx Moonpie. Faye and I had met only a day or three before yet I was wondering, thinking, that we had a great deal in common beyond a love of and for dogs. It was a happy time, showing my guest my version of Austin. A happy time, the best time for me in several years.

It’s still a happy, good time. I never expected life to lead me to getting married, moving to Canada, becoming Canadian. Regret none if all that’s transpired and would do it all again in a heartbeat. Thank you sweetie.

Dogs that left footprints

Dogs that left footprints

These dogs have graced the lives of one or another or both us. I look often at this collage, usually with a smile on my face and in my heart. Clockwise from top right:

Just a saying about the impact they had on us.

Rex, a very sweet boy. Faye adopted him sight unseen. Despite his blindness, HW positive diagnosis and treatment, and other concerns, he was always a sweet, loving, courageous boy whose sense of direction and location was as sure as that of many sighted animals. His job was to be loving and to show the way.

Moonpie ran into my yard and heart as a tiny puppy. Enthusiasm was her watchword and how she lived her life. She was a delightful Labx who never would swim but loved chasing a ball and whose life came to a shockingly abrupt, all too early end.

Kingsley Leigh was my friend Marian’s dog, and she taught me the love of and for dogs. Kingsley was an extraordinary dog, smart, sensitive, mischevious. I had not had any dogs in my life before her, and now I cannot imagine ever living life without a dog.

Ah, Corndog. He strayed from his previous home into my life and though he went back to that home he never left and eventually came back for good. Corndog never met a human or a dog he disliked.

BoJo was hard done by. He’d been abandoned outside a shelter which took him in anyway, had pretty much run out of time there, had very bad hips which must have hurt terribly. None of these things were his fault. Faye saw to it that we gave him two comfortable years that he would not have otherwise had. I did not give him the credit he deserved. My loss.

Bruno guarded Faye throughout his life, which regrettably ended before I met him. He was loyal, a marvellous companion by all accounts I have read and heard and I wish I could have met him.

Avis was the second dog in my adult life. She could be hard-headed, even morose, and sometimes difficult to control. It didn’t help that I was ignorant, lacking in knowledge and self-awareness. Dussie was nearly fearless and full of character, once at eleven years of age launching herself at a GSD/wolf mix.

I am doubtful there is a Rainbow Bridge, that concept, that philosophy seems awfully egocentric to me. Who would Corndog choose? Why should he choose me, a bit player in the totality of his approximately nine years of life? He had a pretty good life at his previous home so why would he come running up to me? And, he loved all people. I would be not at all offended if he continued loving whatever human was scritching his ears when I entered.

I don’t often shed tears that they are gone. Instead I prefer to be grateful, and to try to remember and apply the lessons they taught while they were in my life.

Photo of us

Photo of us

Our friend Reg (more Faye’s friend than mine, their friendship began some time before I came along) observed that there were no photos of Faye. After some discussion we realised that was simply an oversight. Here is one of the first photos taken of us.

I will tell the story of our first week in more detail in another post but I had decided to show Faye my version of Austin TX. Part of that showing included a visit to Mt. Bonnell, a scenic overlook, with my dog Moonpie. A stranger volunteered without being asked to take a photo of us so here we are.

I *think* we were beginning to realize that we got along, had shared interests. Do not think that we had any clue where our meeting was going to lead.