This time of year is my most creative and productive, full of projects, potential and possibilities.
In January, February, and March of 2006, I compiled and published Slow Road Home. In January, February, and March 2009 I compiled and publishedÂ What We Hold In Our Hands.
In January, February, and March of 2012, I’m not sure I will write anything at all. But I am sure that at the end of those three months, we will know much better who it is that we have taken on to become our next canine companion. She will accompany us on every walk, be a part of every wood gathering and twig-finding excursion, underfoot at every gathering of family and friends, and be evolving toward the kind of para-human presence that makes this place worth writing about.
Or she may just be a junkyard dog. She certainly has the potential in some of her expressions and silly faces–not to mention her occasional benignÂ belligerence and puppy exuberance.
She’s going to be mad at me one day when she grows up for posting this demented-hyena picture (as my daughter is for taking the picture of her with her finger up her nose, and bringing that to her wedding reception.)
But I’ll be content to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Gandy is turning out to be such a good fit for us here. Now. So we will forgive her if she has her snarky moments and her less than wonderfully photogenic poses. I can pretty well promise, this will not be the last you’ll see! (This was actually the very FIRST picture I took of her on the second day she was with us. I just wanted you to see what we’re up against!)
Truth: she is amazing. We had strangers (not to us) in the house last night, and she was excellent. Nothing seems to upset her (except loudly-verbal marital disagreement. Thank goodness we have NONE of that here!Â : > } She still sleeps through the night in her crate beside our bed, with one quick outside visit only, then back to sleep. She is learning her We’ve started clicker training. My thumb is tired.