If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. - Ursula K. LeGuin

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Our Girl

Mostly she sleeps; on the couch, on her bed and, in the afternoon, on the sunny spot of the living room floor.  Some mornings we need to coax her just to get her to go outside.  She has many bumps and moles.  Her snout is almost completely white; she has arthritis in her left knee; and she no longer sees very well in the dark.  She is still quick to remind us that it is dinnertime and waits patiently for scraps while we cook.  Sometimes she forgets to leave the room when we're eating but eventually she goes, with a sigh.  She digs holes in her bed trying to get it just right.  Tonight we found her crawled inside one large hole with her face peering out of another--like a child snuggled up in a sleeping bag.  But throughout it all she's our girl and we love her.


Seeking Solace said...

AWWW...The Boy was just like that too. I loved it when he would try to dig a hole in his bed or pat down the imaginary grass.

She is such a cutie pup!

Annie said...

Sweet post for a sweet dog.