He Cares So Much

The intense love and focus evidenced in that shining eye are directed at the sandwich I am holding just out of reach.

And the Blog Hop, which I keep missing because November is just brutally busy:

Actually, there's no "may be" about it.

"Well, you can ask. But if you want Santa to bring you more trains, you need to start behaving nicely right now. Because frankly, my girl... You may be on the Naughty List."

Okay, so she's not what you'd call a "good" dog. But she's perfect anyway.

Cheek to Cheek

I Wasn't Wrong, Either.

It was that overbite, I think. When her hard luck abandonment story was posted on a forum and I clicked the link, prepared to be sad and regretful on her behalf, I saw those buck teeth.

And I knew we belonged together.

Bulldozer

Well of course I kissed that nose. Wouldn't you?

Words on Wednesday

On Patrol

I've mentioned before that Drive is my unofficial therapy dog and he's been working overtime for a couple of weeks now. I hope you'll forgive our minor unplanned hiatus. I've been spending a lot of time with my head pressed close to his and my arms around his neck. His velvet ears have soaked up so much of my misery and pain and his sweet brown eyes have calmed my nerves more times than I can count now.

Sometimes this happens, and I am grateful for the love and understanding that beams at me like sunlight determined to burn through closed curtains.

I have a different blog for the self-absorbed prattling about my brain and its various misfires, so I don't like to go into detail here. This one here though, while giving every appearance of being just cute pictures of my dogs, is a secret tribute to my heroes.


See, I was down in that well again.

And again, knowing what dogs are meant to do and knowing that Dog and Man are meant to live together this way, Drive and Lanie helped pull me out.

A Boy and his Egg Carton

"Can I take a picture of your dog?"

In the course of trick-or-treating in my hometown Saturday night, I was fortunate enough to meet these three lovely ladies. After sitting prettily for a picture or five, there was a torrid make-out session. Fortunately, their owner -- a complete stranger to me -- seemed to understand that he was dealing with a True Dog Lover. It didn't seem strange to him at all that I would sit on his steps and have a flirty conversation with his dogs.