I have a two or one rule, most times that is. I take either two dogs or one when i go out. This means many trips to the lake, or trails. I admit, there are times, when I say to heck with it and take all four girls and run a private trail. Prime motivation for two or one rule, is chaos control, and avoid bad habits - not coming when called, jumping people - I also only have two hands.
ANY WAY ...
To day was one of those days. Too hot to move. Air conditioner on all day for humidity control, and cool comfort. Our first outing began with Nash and Willow Sunshine to Norway Pond. I like Norway Pond. Today it was clear and clean, except for little slimy beads of cyanobacteria. not much, and I didn't know what it was until after my second trip with Halo.
after errands with Pearl, it was home to pick up Halo and a walk around Norway pond, no gunk on the back side. Then back home and a late night swim at Nuby, around 8 PM with Willow Sunshine and Grace.
Somewhere in the day we had lunch, cat nap and watched part of a DVD. What else to do on this kind of day than go to the water, and hang out in the AC.
A health note. Nash appears to have developed a swollen cheek. A call to the vet, waiting to hear back. I believe its a sore tooth. Poor boy. By the way, Nash had the most enjoyable swim in Norway. the water was warm, and calm. I think I will take him there more often, once the bacteria is gone.
Tomorrow is expected to be another hot one, I think we will try Willow Pond.
now the sun is here to stay, the winter seems so far away in the summer time." Chris De Burgh
A day of remembrance - Willow 8/9/2011
Willow - 15 yrs - 2011
Pearl, Nash, Willow - 2011
Willow with her litter 2000 - Nash is in there somewhere.
What makes it so different this year, perhaps days fall exact on the date it all went down. Moments are taken to listen, reflect.
Willow - 1996 - 9 weeks old
The five years to follow turned out to be our most fertile. It's as if Willow dispersed into many souls, from one to many. Just like seeds in a
milkweed pod. when blown upon little feathered seeds rise, and float away. It seems the last five years have been filled with the joys
of breeding, and puppies whose little souls rose on feathered wings and floated away. With each litter, Willow present. I suppose
that is why Grace and Halo are important, they represent a culmination
in a way. A Culmination of a journey which began many years before, many decades, many lifetimes.
Willow - 2011
Willow and I gave each other so much, and did so much together. I miss her little body. I will never forget, She shines bright in this new dawn. I believe she gave me the greatest gift of all - her son, Nash. Who, now at sixteen, I care for in a similar manner as I once did Willow. His eyes still glow with a richness of admiration, and life. He is my Night, he is my hero, he is my love. He has helped make the past five years possible. Of course it can not go unsaid how the tremendous contribution my beautiful Pearl has furnished our lives with all this love. She set in motion the events to follow, and served as the connection, the portal, through which all this life came forth.
Nash standing in the middle, first time outside, 5 weeks old. Above, Nash, minutes old.
Now is the time, with my pack of five. Time for ourselves, Time to settle in and enjoy each day, each moment, every breath. I never knew where Willow would lead as I followed. I don't know where, or what journey, this pack will lead. I will gladly follow.
Nash and Pearl
Halo - 2015 - Are you my puppy?
Willow Sunshine 5 months old 2012
Willow Sunshine, 4 years old, with her littler - Grace and Halo are in there - 2015
The sun feels so good, and the wind, and the damp lake air.
At this age, every little thing has significance, and importance, from the bell, collar, tags, and life jacket.
Eternally grateful to have this day. Paws in the sand.
The Swim. I take him out into the lake a few yards, we swim side by side, and then head back to shore. Before getting out of the water, I hold him, so his toes can touch the ground. He relaxes. Imagine, the weight off his joints must feel good. We rest together, cradled, in the clean warm lake.
My Amazing Best Friend.
It was a long swim, the sun feels good, take a nap my boy.
What a special gift from Willow, leave it up to her.
That sparkle is still in his eye, the one that says I am with you forever.
We have no big plans for this day, simply let is coast by, as he seems to do with all his days lately. A few family photos, perhaps a beef bone, a swim at Nuby, sniff the passing wind. It's a perfect Hancock day - quiet, calm, gently breeze, mild summer temperature.
left to right: Willow Sunshine, Halo, Nash, Grace, Pearl
(when they figured out I wanted a family portrait, they simply lined up!)
Grace and Nash - Look, they both are sticking their tongues out! Perfect.
Halo, you silly girl. You're always carrying around a treasure of some kind.
Offering Nash a toy, He doesn't look too entertained.
Willow Sunshine - "Can I celebrate my birthday, too?"
Going through old photos. I have to reprint several that are on my frig. Here is Willow (15 1/2) n Nash (11) at Hunts Pond. Once Nash was born in 2000, the two were always together. Nash had never been separated from his mother. When she passed he immediately vomited, got diarrhea, avoid the bed where she died, the area on the porch where her body lay the next day, and within a month developed a cancerous growth on his eye. We are forever grateful for joyous Pearl, who quickly came into heat, distracted him from his/our sadness, and eventually brought Willow Sunshine to us. Coincidence?