Stay!

He was too cute to walk past without snapping a picture, so I stopped and knelt down. He gave me this intrigued look and started to get up. With a memory card full of close-up snot-shots, I whispered, "No, no, stay down!" He relaxed.

I crept a few feet closer. He watched me, wagged his tail, and started to get up again. Because obviously I was coming to love him. I'm sure he had a day full of ooohs and aaaaahs, being this handsome. "No, baby! Lie down," I begged. So he did.

It took me about ten minutes to get where I wanted and take a few shots. When I put the camera down, I swear to you, he raised an eyebrow at me. (GSDs can do that, ask anyone who knows them.) I said, "It's cool, I'm all set."

And he tackled me.

Convenient

We call these "modesty flowers."

Wednesday Already?

Ki-lee

At Rest

Willow on Long Sands Beach

We walked up and down this beach, a group of folks with their greyhounds. It was amazing to see every hound's distinct reaction to the water. Drive regarded it with dismay and suspicion. Other dogs strained at their leads to get at the surf. I love the individuality of a dog.

Willow, an elderly and graceful lady in her teenage years, was not on leash. No need. She would amble a short distance after the crowd and then lie down. When the people returned along the shoreline, she heaved herself up once more to walk for perhaps a hundred yards before folding elegantly into repose and waiting. Patient and confident. At peace.

A Thought for Saturday Morning

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
Jimi Hendrix

I just helped. Your turn!

Do you have any idea how much a dog like this eats? I don't know myself, exactly, but I feel like it would be important to keep him fed.

For each blog that posts about the PEDIGREE® Adoption Drive through September 19^th, PEDIGREE® will donate a bag of their new Healthy Longevity Food for Dogs to shelters nationwide. It’s simple: Write a post, help a dog.

So I'm writing a post! If you haven't heard about this event, please check out the post on the Life With Dogs site here.

Twenty pounds is a lot of food. Maybe not for this guy...

Greater Northeastern Shadowhound

Good Morning, Bulldozer.

Scratched and Dented

I was relating some of Lanie's story to a friend today and it made me spend some time really appreciating how special my stripey-girl is. And brother, do I mean "special."

Oh, poor widdle baby.

Drive is making his woobie-face because it's 96 degrees outside and he had to go for a walk anyway. But you know what? So did I. So my sympathy is limited.