Aspen, Part 2

This a continuation of the post Aspen, Part 1 here. These shots show Aspen playing with Charlie who was also staying with me. They had a great time together. I was meant to show Aspen playing with a few other dogs but I was deficient in getting those photos. Aspen came to me as Rosie from the Central California Labrador Retriever Rescue. She was still a pup really at about 11 months. She had excess energy and serious mouthing habit. She actually drew blood on my hands three times before I could get her under control. Mostly under control. She wasn’t…

Crop circles

Dogs: DaddyDog, come quick! In the backyard! That would be Scrappy, Lilly, and Brandee. They like to call me DaddyDog. Think it makes them edgy… or something. Me: What do you want now? Dogs: Hurry, come quick. We’re guarding it for you.   Me: Guarding what? Scrappy: It’s a crop circle. Come see it quick! Me: What makes you think it’s a crop circle? Brandee: Well, it’s in a circle. And it’s round. I think. Me: What kind of crop is being grown? Lilly: Looks like grass. Yeah, I think it’s grass. Or weeds. Your backyard isn’t all that great…

Long time passing

It’s been ages since I posted anything. Or looked at the blog in any way. I see I have some comments to attend to. Apologies are in order, and I do so apologize now for an unacknowledged absence. I’m sure this has not even been noticed by many readers but it’s still rude. I hate it when I’m rude. I was considering packing it all in but next year’s fees were charged so I may continue the blog. I really just don’t now yet. It’s light out now. I’ll probably go back to bed and attempt to steal back an…

Buster

Buster departed for The Bridge this week. He was an entertainer who milked a crowd for all the attention he could command. Maybe he opted for a sudden departure for its dramatic effect. Or perhaps he thought it would be a kindness to those he loved to avoid long, agonizing goodbyes. It’s hard to tell what such a dog as Buster was up to. I wish I had the skills to do justice to the wonder that was Buster. Better you should read Ogee’s Buster’s Little Miracle for that.  Still, I feel compelled to offer a few poor words and some…