Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Ellie and I were on our way home when the heavy snow had folded tall branches down over the sidewalk. “Looks like nature itself has blocked our path, pup, we’ll have to find another way forward.”
“It’s the Mines of Moria for us then?”
“Let’s try the street first, there are no cars coming. Still, be on the lookout for a Balrog!”
“I’m not worried!”
“My brave and faithful Ellie!”
“I can run faster than you.”
Our beautiful 13 year old pup.
“I wish you, the person reading this finds love and happiness.”
“I wish for all dogs to have a loving home.”
This one found a loving home and brought love and happiness with her.
As the snow continued to fall I wanted a picture of Ellie beside the Wishing Tree, one of my favorite places on our walks, as my wish was for her to have at least one more chance to play in the snow. So maybe I wished a little too hard and that’s why we ended up with this unusually heavy snow in January. We made the best of it, the pup and I, I’ll never forget that day.
Nice try little Crosstrek but the wheels still give you away.
Hard to believe we’ve lived here for 15 years, the time has gone by quickly. The house itself is probably 90 years old and has been a great home for us.
Boolie 