Pets – Page 35

A Ball in the Fall

Ellie and I taking advantage of a lovely fall afternoon in 2013 for a game of fetch. We didn’t have her when we bought the house so we got lucky that not only did we end up with a dog park nearby but with a fenced backyard with a nice area for play.

Alert! Fridge Door Opening Detected!

She’d swivel her floppy ears when she heard the fridge door opening but Ellie relied on her nose to tell her if she should get up or not. Yes if she smelled cheese or meat, no if vegetables.

A Fan of the Doctor

“Can’t we watch one more episode of Doctor Who?”

“Are you sure Boo? It’s getting late, you won’t be too tired tomorrow? I’ll happily wait until we can watch it together.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine! Bring on ‘The Monster of Peladon’!”

Cut to the next day …

Pride

Sam wanted to show his enthusiastic support during Pride month and would like to point out the delay in posting is nothing to do with him.

The Early Days

Ellie in the backyard in January 2009, three weeks after we adopted her. It looks a little posed, her paw on the tennis ball, but she did that in the early days. Did she stop it at some point? I remember her doing it back then but not after that, maybe it’s my faulty memory, maybe it had just been a while since she was able to run and fetch. She’s probably looking at my wife offscreen, she followed her everywhere in those days. Our bond became so strong for so long that it’s easy for me to forget that it took some time to form. The love was immediate though, on both sides, to know her was to love her.

Black and White

My constant companion in 2012, we lost Scout to cancer the following year. I loved the black-and-white patterns in her fur.

Mostly Boo, A Little Ellie

From last summer, Boo relaxing on the tile floor next to a clump of Ellie’s fur. About once a week you could have assembled another dog out of the fur she shed, especially when a new coat was coming in. Her coat was so soft, people at the dog park always remarked on it when they petted her, which was often as she loved meeting people. I have to admit my estimation of strangers dropped a bit if they didn’t at least give her a pat on the head. Her estimation of them dropped a lot if she sniffed their pockets for treats and found them wanting. When she was younger she’d first sniff them surreptitiously from behind but in her senior years she stopped putting on airs and got straight down to business.

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