But I do hope you are able to relax and enjoy your weekend!
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
I was looking through old photos the other day and came across Todd's "gotcha day" pictures. Since today is his "gotcha day" I thought I'd take you back down memory lane with me and share a few of my favorite pictures from the very first day he arrived at Golden Pines.
I think the dogs were all thinking "what is it, and what have you done??"
|~Toby checking out the new boy~|
Charlie saying 'get away from me kid' Actually, he still says that!
Sammy and Todd, "nice to meet you sir."
Todd to Sammy: "Can we play?"
Of all of the dogs that we had at that time, five of them have passed away. One dog in particular had just come to us a few days before Todd arrived. Her name was Reggie. She had been confiscated by animal control for neglect. That neglect and mistreatment didn't hamper her sweet, kind and gentle spirit. She soon became known as "Momma Reggie" because she took care of Todd like he was her own puppy. Below are my favorite photos from that first day she and Todd met. They had an immediate connection.
When Todd would whine in his crate, she'd stand there and look at me as if to say "we need to do something." She always slept near him.
|~A tired puppy is a happy puppy!~|
Todd was followed her everywhere.
We had Reggie through the entire summer. Just as Todd was getting a little more grown up and a little more independent, she left us for the Rainbow Bridge. Her "job" was done... And she did it very well.
Happy third "gotcha day" to Todd, the most unique and spirited member of the Golden Pines Gang! Our lives are a lot more fun and full of laughter because he's part of it!
|~Todd's first day at Golden Pines~|
Sunday, June 22, 2014
There is no doubt that summer has truly begun in my corner of Virginia!
One of the joys of our property has been the wild black-raspberries that grow alongside our long driveway and the edge of the woods. Each year the dogs let me know when they have ripened, and this year wasn't any different. They love them as much as we do!
Which provides enough for a cobbler or two like the one I made this morning along with a plentiful supply for snacking out of hand and a few to freeze too.
Cobbler recipe here
Even CarrieAnne felt well enough to join us yesterday. I am so grateful and relieved that the lump is slowly shrinking in size. Your prayers and good vibes have made a difference -- There is still a ways to go, so if you don't mind, please keep them coming for her!
|~Josh (left) and Sheba~|
Generally we're able to pick several buckets full each year ...
|~Sheba exhausted from supervising the berry picking~|
Cobbler recipe here
|~Sheba, my berry-picking assistant~|
I hope you've had a good weekend too!
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Torrential downpours and stormy weather did nothing for my mood this past week. On Thursday with our ground saturated, we had flooding once again. A heavily traveled road (Route 7 near Leesburg) was closed because of flooding, making the commute home for Carl and a co-worker twice as long. I'm glad I was home!
And Cricket is helping him at night. I think Cricket has got the most unusual and biggest bark for a dog her size, don't you? I think she sounds a bit like a beagle.
It does wear a gal of Cricket's respectable age out though!
Thursday, June 12, 2014
|~Annie in early April~|
|~CarrieAnne this evening~|
Monday, June 9, 2014
in April of 2012. That day her owner Steve, in the final stages of cancer, kissed her head for the last time, whispered something in her ear, and with tears welling up in his eyes as he handed me her leash, he made me promise to take good care of her. I promised him that I would. ...I have kept my promise.
“A Parable of Immortality” by Henry van Dyke.
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, ‘There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
‘There she goes! ‘ ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
‘Here she comes!’
Sunday, June 8, 2014
|~Annie in early May~|
Saturday, June 7, 2014
We met on Wednesday right after work, and had a really good dinner .....