Black dogs are really tough to photograph. Every so often, the light and the dog cooperate. We got snow and ice this weekend. The dogs have had some fun outside, but they don’t get to go out for long. It’s too cold!
Pilot
•January 31, 2010 • 2 CommentsA Lesson in Personality
•January 17, 2010 • 3 CommentsIt’s still cold here. Samia loves being on the porch in the cold. The crazy dog immediately walks to the far side and lays down. She tries to get as much of her body touching the concrete as possible. When I go inside, she does not want to come with me. When she finally deigns to respond to my call, she comes in as slowly as possible and looks at me like I’m some horrible dictator. Nothing like the Husky stubborn streak.
This leaf is far more interesting than you.
And then there’s Pilot. He seems to enjoy the cold weather as well, but he’s a little less independent. As long as I am on the porch with them, he’s off exploring, sticking his nose through the railing. When I open the door to come inside, even if it is only for a minute, he is right on my heels. Heaven forbid I come inside without him. He sits at the door, staring with that heartbreaking Hound face until I come back.
Where'd you go?
•January 10, 2010 • 2 Comments
It looks good right here, Mom.
Why, when you are trying to clean, whether you are vacuuming carpet or rearranging furniture, or laying down an area rug, do dogs decide they must be right where you need to work?
•January 10, 2010 • Leave a Comment
Space Heater
We’ve been having colder than normal temperatures this winter. Luckily, I have environmentally friendly space heaters – no electricity required.
•January 6, 2010 • 1 Comment
Mom, come play!
One of the best parts of having dogs is coming home after a long day at work. When you’ve been gone 11 hours, it’s play time for the pups. Gotta go, the dogs are calling!
The Genesis of a Pack
•January 1, 2010 • 7 CommentsIn 2004, my beloved Whippet/Golden Retriever mix, Lady, passed away at age 16.
Lady was my canine companion through high school and most of my 20s. She was a playmate, fellow couch potato, and furry shoulder-to-cry-on. I was devastated and I miss her still. My palms itched to pet a dog and I dreaded coming into a home with no tail wagging, no one rushing the door to greet me. I lasted six weeks.
On a weekend like any other, I went first to Seminole County Animal Services and then across the street to the Humane Society of Seminole County (part of the SPCA of Central Florida). There, I found a beautiful, happy, 14-month old husky/collie mix. She was an owner surrender. Her previous owner was moving, and couldn’t/wouldn’t take her along. Out in their play yard, she ran like mad, enjoying her freedom from her crate. As soon as I sat down on the lawn chair, she charged over, leapt up and gave me kisses. I was hers.
This January, she turns 7. I can hardly believe it. It seems like only yesterday that I brought her home.
I’d been contemplating adopting a second dog for two years and in 2008 the stars aligned. One Wednesday afternoon, I packed Samia into the car and we drove to the SPCA of Wake County to find a playmate. I had my eye on a german shepherd mix, but Sami had other ideas. She wanted Pilot, a two-year old black lab/pointer/rottie mix. Who was I to deny her?
Pilot came to the SPCA as a stray, so I know little about him other than he was terribly underweight, but extremely grateful to be somewhere safe and warm.
They make an odd pair: one white, one black; one with erect ears, one with floppy ears; one curly tail, one table-clearing tail. Yet, they are inseparable. I can’t imagine life without them.
Tails from the Dog-side 