Stella cautiously looks over the edge of the deck of a treehouse we recently stayed at.

Stella cautiously looks over the edge of the deck of a treehouse we recently stayed at.

We recently had a short yet most delightful sojurn at a treehouse. After settling in, Faye and I strolled down a nearby country road. We returned to discover that Achilles and Stella provided much help during our absence. They ensured that the sleeping platform did not float away.

Achilles and Stella survey different parts of their domain.


Another memory is of my surprise how Stella, the Drama Queen, adjusted so quickly and so well to Canadian winters. Here’s Miss Fuzzbutt going deep into a snowdrift.

While walking Achilles and Stella this evening I sorted through some memories. One memory is the Adventure getting married, throwing up my life in Texas, and immigrating to Canada. Here’s a photo of us on our first day on the road to Canada in July 2007. It has been an adventure I have no regrets at all about undertaking.
Life is an adventure. I embrace it.

Stella waits for me to put down the camera, get up, and go inside, so she can also go in.

A roll in the grass feels good no matter your age.

As does a vigorous shake when you’re done.

Blonde, senior Stella sleeps on the blonde dog bed, undisturbed by the camera’s beep and click.

Stella checks what’s going on behind her.
