Well, the human servant should know better than to wear linen on Fridays.
Or any time said human is planning on snuggling with Behemoth Dog. Which means linen shirts get pushed to the back of the closet.
Well, the human servant should know better than to wear linen on Fridays.
Or any time said human is planning on snuggling with Behemoth Dog. Which means linen shirts get pushed to the back of the closet.
No big deal. It’s May in Texas, and I’ll be wearing linen, Madras, or gingham through October. I don’t mind dog slobber. Stuff just gets washed, hung to dry, and ironed, a small price for the privilege of scratching his ears.
You are both very lucky.
We are.
Humans and dogs are really amazingly wonderful together. When I see an unhoused person out and about with their dog, I am so glad the person has a dog and so gratified to see the person ensuring that dog receives food and love. The human with the least among us is willing to sacrifice for their dog. That says so much.
It’s the 8th anniversary of my Handsome Boy Finnegan’s Gotcha Day (May 2017). He’s still a good egg.
Please forgive if I shared this one before. Popped up in my memories today.
Our grand dog, pictured here with our beloved Opal, appears to be ready to cross the Rainbow Bridge today. She has had a great run for sixteen and a half years. Named Rhoda because she was found on a country road, probably about five weeks old. She raised (and terrorized) three setters and two skin puppies. Here’s to you, Rhoda.
Sounds like Rhoda (great name, BTW!) has lived a wonderful and happy life! My heart goes out to you and family as you ease her across the Bridge.
Safe travels, Rhoda. May your memory be a blessing.
Always sad to say good-bye, but it sounds like she had the best life with you
She lived her best life.
She will be missed so much but sounds like a life very well-lived and much loved!
It’s a boa! Very chic!
I’m so sorry about this news. Dogs love us unconditionally, even if we sometimes don’t deserve it, asking only for a pat on the head or a rub of the tummy. There’s an old (OLD!) essay that has gotten me through the loss of more than one dog, and I’ll only link to it here, because it’s quite long. Rhoda will live in your hearts for a very long time.
Thank you for bringing me a copy of this essay. It was among my mother’s favorite pieces. As true now as then.