I’ve learned on the blog that no matter what else happens in the world, many of my readers love dog pictures above all. And I love taking them. So our wishes mesh, and I’ll keep at it.
It’s pretty cold again tonight, and the dogs have gathered in their usual order and circle by the woodstove.
Bud, the most vulnerable to cold, gets to be closest to the woodstove fire. Fate is right behind him; Zinnia, who hides like a polar bear, is happy to warm herself alongside them.
They are always faithful to this formation, there is no jockeying or conflict.
Fate and Zinnia seem to grasp how much Bud needs the warmth and defer to him.
Dogs communicate in so many mysterious ways with one another; I hope to keep learning and writing more about that.
I don’t know how they do it, but I see them do it often enough to know they are very much aware of each other. And they have a magical way of working things out, left alone, something humans can’t do.
Whenever I come into the room, with or without a camera, Zinnia is awake and watching out for me. When I go to my study, she is right at the gate beside me.
When I am working, she is curled up at my feet, snoring and dreaming. It is hard for me to imagine writing without her there.
She is a beautiful comrade and companion for me. And I love the sight of these three, peaceful, warm, and at rest. I can’t help but think of Bud abandoned out in the open with no shelter, summer, and winter. It always lifts my heart to see him comfortable and at peace.
You’ll never forget it. God bless you for playing a big part in saving him.
Makes me happy to know his past then know how good he has it now.
Thank you.
love this photo…thanks
I do like dog pictures, especially because at our age we will no longer have one or more. My daughter supplies me photos of some of her son’s and daughter-in-law’s 2 dogs, both of them large Catahoula hounds from Louisiana. My son-in-law has just lost their 2 dogs from old age and they waiting Until they are ready for more.
I have a soft spot for your chickens. Recently researchers are discovering how clever birds are. And certainly watching the Raven pair which have now raised 3 annual pairs of chicks in our back yard trees, they are extraordinary. They have us trained to throw out oil-soaked seeds and meat scraps at a definate time in the early morning . If we are only more than 15 minutes late they will wake the whole neighborhood with their screams. One if these huge birds even attracted my attention to a piece of bacon fat stuck in a juniper buss and as I moved my hand to disentangle this he (or she) perched on my wrist to grab it first. Meanwhile our cat scuttled back into the house–Ravens not being his favorite to watch.
But all your pictures are a delight. One of my old age moans is the loss of camera photographs. Younger generations are going to hate themselves as smart phone photos disappear into the ether. Their records will be so scanty.