‘We will ensure that the couch isn’t stolen while you are away.’
Tag: Stella
Waiting at the vet clinic
Typed on the PlayBook.
We took everyone to the vet for their annual wellness exam. Our vet, Wallaceburg Animal Hospital, is in the next town and the roads were snow-packed, so the drive was leisurely.
The vet had an emergency patient so we waited longer than usual. The dogs understandably became restless.
Achilles paced.
Kendal cocked his ears at sounds outside the examining room.
Drama queen Stella paced, barked at sounds, and occasionally hoisted herself on her hind legs to check out the counter.
Eventually the vet came in, we really like Dr. Vallee. Everyone is fine, Stella has a little gum disease. The cattle dogs got their vaccinations. Kendal not yet, because of his recent illness Dr. Vallee recommended holding off for a few weeks. And now everyone is curled up.
Winter walk
We walked the cattle dogs Saturday afternoon. The sun was out, it was breezy, and about -5C – balmy compared to the brutal temperatures and winds of he past few days.
Stella surveys the open field behind the high school. She loves running free and has good recall, but on this day we decided to go off our regular route and for that reason I kept her leashed.
Light and shadow
Grasses, bent by the prevailing wind, gently waved as the breeze flowed around them.
Shadows and light. And Stella.
Achilles found something worth investigating.
Friday’s gale-force winds blew snow around the tombstones in Dresden’s largest cemetery, which we enjoy walking through. The snowdrifts’ shapes and patterns were, are, beautiful.
It was a largely pleasant and enjoyable stroll. We occasionally had to make our way through drifts a foot deep and more, and the breeze flung snow in our faces as we turned into the wind to make our way home. It’s good to get outside though, to appreciate the wonder of the winter landscape, and when done to doubly appreciate our comfortable, snug little home.
Fuzzbutt
For the drama queen she is, sometimes Stella is quite adventurous.
Duck in a dog suit . . .
. . . is what I sometimes call Stella. Here she is swimming in a warmer time, in a warmer clime.
The day I arrived in Canada
July 30, 2007 is the day my life began again. Achilles, Stella, and I arrived at our home after a journey rich in miles, time, and living. Sometimes people ask if I have been home, meaning Texas, lately. I reply ‘This is my home.’
I would not trade that journey, and my destination, for anything.
Acclimated
Snowshoeing with Stella in Saratoga Swamp a few years ago.
Winter thaw 6 – outside
Weak sunshine and very little wind drew all five of us outside – if only for a short time. Achilles, Kendal, and Stella surveyed the backyard for a moment.
Dinner
The blur on the right is Achilles heeding the call of ‘Is it time for puppers?’ Stella waits in the living room as she has been trained to do.
Snowplow in a fur suit
During a break in today’s snowfall, we walked the dogs. Faye took Kendal on his own stroll (he’s doing well) then we took the cattle dogs on a long walk. Stella did a little snow removal.
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