Saturday, May 3, 2008
Mocha and Rusty are still working out each other's place in the pack, but I know one day it will just click for them. There is no timetable for this and both dogs come from troubled backgrounds, but one day they will know each other as family, and then they will be home.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I love this picture, not because it was a great picture, but because it was a great memory. I was walking down the street and was standing at the entrance to a goat and chicken farm. The farm dog, doing his rightful job, was barking and walking towards me. We headed towards each other until we reached the point of perfect balance-one more step and he would charge. There was no worries-he knew I had one more step, I knew I had one more step, and he knew that I knew that he knew...
I got to go to doggy school with my cousin Cindy and Mocha. Mocha is one lucky little fellow-he's been through several homes before he landed with Cindy and Phil. Typical sad story-he's of the herding persuasion, some Corgie, some Aussie floating around in there. He needs a job, he needs things to guard, and he needs to feel like he has a place in this world. I really ache for the all the misunderstood herding dogs in the world. They are fabulous dogs if you have the good sense to let them be what they are.
I think poor Mocha ended up at one point in an apartment-he's so small he should fit in, right? That's the special hell that belongs to Corgies and Shelties and probably mini Aussies. Small dog, high energy, high drive.
Mocha is one lucky fellow-and pretty handsome too. Of course, I am biased because I adore him.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The kiddos are home. Oliver sat in the back seat and held on to my shirt sleave while we drove down the road. Greta rode shotgun, very pleased with her position of honor. Cody's haircut left a little to be desired, but who cares? Certainly not Cody, he's very impressed with his summer do!