Now the dogs approach it a bit differently. Except for our hikes, their mission was resting in a cool place, in the shade, under the deck or on the cool wood floors. Today their mission is resting in a warm place like the bed, sofa or recliner. I see a pattern here. Sure hope one of them makes room for me on the sofa, the bed or the recliner as I sure won't fit under the deck.
I have to wonder what it's like to be a dog in our house sometimes. Maybe they think they have won the lottery. Frankly, we think we have too. Mick probably rolls eyes at the parade of dogs that have come into our lives, took up temporary residence and then moved on. He is especially thankful for the moving on part.
I have to laugh whenever someone says "how many dogs do you have now?"
Sometimes (rarely) the answer is only two. Most often it is only three. A few times it was only five. Crazy is such a relative term that I don't even think of myself as a crazy dog lady any more. Just a dog lady. And I consider it a compliment.
In case you were wondering...Buddy is settling in well. We hear a very occasional wheeze from him. Still working on itchy skin issues and he spends most of his day in the dreaded cone of horror. Mind you the cone is covered in duct tape as he barges through the doggy door cone and all. You gotta love his fortitude! We take the cone off for walks in the field and talk about one happy chappy.
He is our first foster to destroy a crate. Not bad for all the years we have been helping the dogs. Thankfully, the mudroom/dog run provide a safe option for a guy who doesn't like to be crated. He is a grand old guy and someone will be lucky to share their days with him. Until that time comes we're the lucky ones.
So...on this wintery Spring day, as we listen to thunder in the distance and know we'll likely see some snow flakes later in the day, I wish you a dogs life. Safe and happy, warm and cozy, with a friend to take walks with and a soft spot to land.
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