Or…Whatever you want to do you have to do something else first. One from the many–interruptions, distractions, diversions and alteration of so-called plans. Source: various. But largely and lately, Scout the dog. Moral: do not take on a year old…
There goes the daily squirrel, passing under the window beyond my desk. He was always at such risk, and knew it: tentative, uncertain, hesitant. Gandy was always watching. But this morning, as if he knew he no longer had to…
Gandy is gone as of an hour ago, after seven years and four months. That’s a lot of dog years, and they were good ones. She had an enchanted life on Goose Creek after being a rescue puppy that could…
They have their moments, even though mostly on our round-abouts we’re either keeping Dingo at some distance from Gandy or, when they are at a distance, watching Gandy dominate the confrontations by soundly boxing his ears or sending him tumbling.…
We don’t know what we want. We don’t know what’s best. We don’t know what’s possible. Other than that, our future of dog ownership is perfectly clear. We have been fated to cross paths with a fully worthy young stray…
Go to medium.com to see more images for this post. We don’t know what goes on in their minds when they are with us, but only the smiles and memories they leave in our own hearts and memories when they…
A year ago, every time the neighbors shaggy white dog Feather would appear at the margins of our property, Gandy would bristle and charge and invariably run Feather back across enemy lines. About three months ago, something changed between them.…
By all rights we should not have had a very small puppy in a wire crate next to our bed on the morning of December 19, three years ago. When Tsuga died suddenly on December 5, we vowed we’d live…
Now wait a minute. Those of you who once snarked that Fragments had become “all Gandy all the time” have no paws to stand on. It’s been a while. And over the intervening years since Tsuga passed three years ago…
Yes, I’m aware it is Saturday and nobody is home in Bloggerville on the weekends. But rather than wait until Monday when a few readers trickle in from work, Â I thought it best to follow up in a more timely…
Dogs are pack animals, and they follow the lead of the alpha male. But some dogs are more inclined to lead than to follow, and it takes them many repetitions before the stupid alpha figures out what he’s being told…
She simply walked up to the dinner table Tuesday night and stood there at my feet, waiting, as if to say “Why doesn’t this work anymore?” After a full, normal, active (if not hyperactive) day around the domain, she should…
…and sneeze and gag and wheeze. (No cough, actually, but this is as close as I can come to a name for this situation.) Whatever it is, the dog had it when we picked her up from the vet’s office…
But first, Gandy had a play date with the cute little bear cub. It was the scenario we dreaded for 15 summers, prepared for–once upon a time–but figured would never really happen in real life as we know it. So…