Yesterday we went back to Secret Doggie Heaven for a walk.
… made a new friend called Chase (Piper thought he was very attractive. Then again, so did Tweed)
… ate some dead stuff.
…and Jenn performed for us a little tree-blessing dance peculiar to the native dogs of her municipality
Jeezus! Dusty! Leave poor Wootie alone!
The we came home. Tweed plotted ways he could bite Donut without me noticing. He pretends like he’s not going to do it, but he totally does it. Donut knows it too.
The day before yesterday we went to the beach.
We made some friends there too. Like this little Hussy.
No, for real. That’s her name … Hussy.
And then there was Stella, and her mini-m … err, same-size me.
And then there was the white pittie whom I didn’t get a photo of because she wouldn’t sit for me. And her owner said “I trained her in French, so no one else could give her commands.”
Yeah. Cuz he’s the ONLY person in the world who speaks French. Although I did say “assis” and “coucher” and “even “parlez-vous francais?” to her and she didn’t respond to any of that either, so I guess he did a really good job making sure she didn’t respond to commands…in any language
Recently I was missing my Briggs dog, and I started this thread on a border collie community board I’ve been involved with for many years. It was very cathartic to not be alone in missing a great friend. Please hug your canine companion today, for me, and remember to appreciate him or her.
I also started a Flickr group for Immortal Dogs; those special dogs we have loved and lost. Feel free to join and add photos of your immortal dog.