It's getting dark now and she looks a little apprehensive...maybe wondering if she should venture out into the yard. Sometimes we would have owls in our trees and she would look at me so funny, when she would hear the hoot.
We walked every morning...rain or shine. She would bound out the door and leap into a fresh snow drift. The neighbors got used to seeing the pup and me dashing to the park...to see deer tracks in the snow.Nose to the ground and those velvet ears flying. She would have been a good hunter, I'm sure....but that's not why we bought her.She was to heal our wounds after losing our little dog, Squirt. I remember the first day we saw her...a basket of puppies just tumbling out and the little fat, pudgy one waddling toward me. My husband said, "Which one do you want?" What do you think was my answer?