July 2007. Day 1 of our journey into our next adventure, our new life in Canada.
Tag: pet
Revisiting, Part II
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.
Revisiting
Revisiting old photos.
Hi Stella.
Encroached
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.’
Profile
A profile photo of Stella. Senior dog, forever dog.
A fine day
It was a fine day to be outside, to be a dog, to be Fitzi.
Not ready yet
We spent a good amount of time outside last weekend; temperatures were at or above all-time February highs. We moved out to a corner of the yard to catch the last bit of late afternoon sun, and brought the dog bed out.
When we decided to go inside, Achilles was not ready to leave his spot.
Portrait
Photographing a black dog can be challlenging. I think this informal portrait of Fitzi is acceptable.
Looms
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.
Suits
Senior Stella curled up on the end of the couch that gets the most direct blast of heat from the wall furnace. Approaching 14 years old, this end of the couch suits her when she’s not on the dog bed directly in front of the furnace.
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