My sweetheart pup has been having a hard time since losing her brother. I had no idea how she was going to take it, but I didn’t expect it would be this hard for her. That, coupled with all the thunderstorms have her nicht ganz auf der Höhe sein, as my uncle used to say.
So, I thought some retail therapy might help. We got up this morning, and after a walk, drove to a local pet store. I bought her some new goodies, and then I bought her a sausage breakfast.
It was a very nice morning.
We said goodbye to Pi today. He carried his cancer for a long time, never complaining, and always being the best boy he could. It’s heartbreaking. Dogs are love and good.
Pi was a busy fellow, and excellent cheerful company. The house feels empty without you here, old man. I miss you terribly.
Goodnight, sweet Pi. I’ll see you in the next life.
I was on my Sunday walk, about a mile from home, when I saw this little dust ball running on and off of Perring Parkway. I ran across the street, and was able to coax her to come to me.
She is very sweet, and I was able to carry her home and then I found her family. Her name is Bella, and she is 12.
Happy 15th birthday to the pooser!
Lily and I had out annual holiday date, which was enhanced by a freezing lost pup that I picked up on my way to get Lily.
We went to the pottery/art sale at Towson University, and it was wonderful.
It was about a year ago that I rescued another sweet lost pup.
This time, I saw this fellow running along Hamilton Ave, back and forth, up to different doors. He did not have a collar, and I could see him shaking in the below freezing cold.
I pulled over, and convinced him to come to me. He was friendly, and I was allowed to pick him up. I put him in the car, and went back home. The local animal shelter wouldn’t open for another few hours, and I had plans with Lily. So, we let him into the house.
This fellow was a very good guest, and we all quickly became attached to him.
I was able to connect with his mom on Nextdoor. He was returned home – safe and warm. It’s nice to know how the story ends, and to know his name is “Buddy.” We were calling him John Waters.
Our dogs were kind to let him shelter here, too.
I love helping dogs like this.
I also got an early morning hike in with my buddy.
It was a lovely weekend.
It was an especially lovely weekend. Here are some photos.
