taken with the PlayBook
. . . we are going for a walk? No? A car ride? No? You are feeding me? No?
Because this looks ‘cute’?
Please go away and let me sleep.
Our senior boy Kendal on patrol in the backyard. He’s thirteen and perhaps his favourite place in his universe during this very harsh winter has been on the bed, in front of the Magic Heat Box aka the wall furnace. It’s been a challenging winter, especially for his arthritic bones. Now we are soaking up the sun, the warmth of March, and are very grateful. It’s so good that Kendal is here to help us welcome the blessed warmth of spring.
It’s sometimes hard to believe she’s eleven years old. Recently someone saw her and was quite surprised to learn her age. Stella’s been a challenging dog at times – very quick to learn; quickly bored; on walks paying less attention to me than I was accustomed to in my dogs; wary of unfamiliar people; still occasionally letting loose that cattle dog shriek. I had to learn new ways of in-seeing, both into her specifically, dogs in general, and myself. She’s not a perfect dog but no dog is. She’s more than good enough.
My life, my self, is much richer for owning her.