There are many national days to celebrate -- National Cookie Day, National Pie Day, and even National Get Over it Day. But it's difficult to see how all of those could even begin to compare to National Puppy Day, even though the pie and cookie day might come close. So today, we celebrate our puppy, Todd.
~Todd, June 2011~
Todd doesn't care about any of the celebrations. He has been far to occupied with what's going on in the corner of the yard by the barn. He was there last evening.
And he was there this morning.
I was home early from work, and after a quick pit-stop he had to check out what he may have missed.
I'm guessing Todd didn't miss anything. I told him that but I don't think he believes me.
Because he's still out there. The Goldens would have long forgotten about whatever it is. But not Todd. He has the focus that only a Scottie can have!
The calendar may have said today was the first day of spring, but Old Man Winter wasn't going away that easy. Today about 3 inches of wet, sloppy snow fell. Maybe tomorrow when the temperatures are supposed to say spring, Todd can play with his favorite red ball instead of sitting on it!
My day off work is spent catching up. It included the holistic vet coming and seeing Gus. We're both happy with how he's doing. He's been with us for just shy of 10 months now, a milestone considering there were some who never thought we'd see one month. I've decided that each day with Gus is a milestone, and we're grateful for these "days of grace" with him. Despite eating twice as much as the other dogs, Gus is noticeably thinner than he has ever been because of the loss of muscle mass. He has increasingly more difficulty getting around than before, and needs us to help him more. A symptom that the degenerative myleopathy (DM) is progressing. But Gus keeps trying and there is no doubt he's just as happy as he was the first day he came to us. That's all that matters.
I want to thank all of you who took a moment to leave kind, thoughtful words of support for the loss of Beau. It's always a sad day when you lose one of your four-legged-family members, and your sharing the loss with us, and your friendship, really means a lot. I'd also like to give a very special thanks to the blog, POTP and all those who came from there and left their kind caring words on the loss of Beau. If you've not visited there, you should. It's truly a very special blog for those who really need the POTP (Power of the Paw). Click here for the link
Our week ended quietly. Today has been one of clouds and rain. (Yes, that's still snow from last week).
For a rugged Scottie like Todd, (that needs a visit to the fur-stealer!) .....
the weather is never an issue. He loves being outside in any kind of weather.
I actually don't mind so much either. So, this morning, first thing, I pulled on my rain boots and the dogs and I went for a walk. On our walk, I found these two feathers.
A friend of mine mentioned that Native American lore says "that when you find a feather in your path, you are on the right path." I've not seen these kinds of feathers before. With their bright yellow (gold?) that runs through them, I'd like to think that it's a sign that Beau has gotten his wings. Maybe it's both.