It turned out to be a small scrape on the pad, rendering it sensitive. Since she was largely back to normal by Monday, Labour Day, we decided to continue watching through the week. She’s fine, back to her normal self. Here she is tonight, watching the world go by.
We’re pleased that she is her old self.
Lucy is, sometimes, our can holder. And, always, our watch dog.
Although Lucy is always ready for a game of Chuck-it!, she still keeps an eye on things.
Stella monitors our street for unauthorized cat and squirrel activity.
Achilles, illuminated by the grow light, observes me from the other room.
In an image taken without flash, a ghostly Achilles watches me from the next room. He likes spending time in there. Achilles has always been fairly independent, being outside on his own, spending time in space which we aren’t sharing at the time. Able to, trusted to, be on his own.
taken and posted with the PlayBook
Achilles often lays here, just outside the door. He can watch traffic on the street as well as keep an eye on a sliver of the backyard. He is remarkably trustworthy, rarely digs or barks without reason so he can spend as much time in the backyard unsupervised as he chooses. We are so blessed to have such a good dog.
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