A piece of me is missing

Those who work in rescue know that bittersweet feeling that arises when certain dogs (or cats or whatever) move on to their forever homes. We’re delighted for them, of course, but there is a sense of loss too. It’s more than a fair trade though because they still maintain a place in our hearts. Yesterday it was Marshall’s turn to vacate his kennel at my house in exchange for much nicer digs with his new humans. I can’t tell his story better than Ogee so please visit her blog here for Marshall’s story. I suggest this reluctantly due to Ogee’s…

Lily

Lily is one of our new guests at Homeward Bound. She’s delightful. She’s 12 years old, I think, and, as you can see, she’s carrying around a mass down below. But she’s a happy girl that loves everyone, and she zips around the yard with the energy of a younger dog. She’s the the kind of dog that makes you smile and can lift your spirits just by hanging out with you. She loves other dogs and cries and moans when she sees one she can’t get to. Last weekend she got to meet my foster, Scrappy, and they got…

Goldfinch Day

I’m really not much into taking photos of birds. Which is another way of saying that I’m not very good at it so I avoid it. But today the goldfinches were suffering the pangs of outrageous hunger so they let me get closer than normal to them. Happily, this afforded me better than normal results.

Ms. C. Laney in the garden

Random shots from the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden. First we have Frida, the garden cat. She just finished eating her supper in the shed. Something may not have agreed with her. Frida is there for the mice, not the birds. Although we do seem to have lots of birds around. We also have a mechanical man. And a blue spruce all dolled up for Christmas. Some of the roses are still hanging on. Several benches where you can rest your weary bones and enjoy the view. Even if you do have cataracts. And a piece of art that makes use…