Yes, well, the inevitable. Our lovely daughter gets a post. It's appropriate that Linda shot this one of Chalow nestled in bluebonnets in our neighborhood. This shot is a few years old, but Chalow looks the same today.
Chalow is now sixteen years old and her eyesight and hearing are starting to go downhill, I'm afraid. The other day Linda took her for a walk and she (the dog that is) was really tuckered out when they got back. But when she wants her food in the morning, why then she is Miss Ebullience.
We've had her since 1992-- some other people got her from the pound and then decided they didn't want her. A mutual friend suggested us to be her new owners and it took.
It turns out that she was born in April 1991, about a week after my precious Oscar the sheepdog died. We say that his soul passed into her. One theory is that since I used to tease Oscar about being "too big," being the dutiful dog he was, he came back as a furry little girl and then found his way back to his master.
I love bluebonnets and heartwarming dog stories. You posted both!
ReplyDeleteLove this posting on Chalow. I see you had a sheepdog - me too - lots and lots of them! 16 is a great age and may she live many more.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for passing Monte Carlo DP today. And of course a big welcome to the DP family.
Oh a nice dog. Her age is going to make taking a walk even more difficult and I would be aware of arthritis. Our dogs have all had it and they ache like people but don't take aspirin or pain relievers. So she will suffer and get tuckered out fast.
ReplyDeleteSixteen years is a long time for most dogs. You must be doing everything right for her.
This is the second episode of the Robin feeding the babies. Mom had her head down a throat today.