sometimes, you get what you need

When I imagined my first dog of my very own, I always thought I would get a puppy. A black-as-night puppy that would grow into a giant.

What came into my life was a ten-year old, 20 pound, white West Highland Terrier. A spry old man. And he turns out to have been exactly what I needed. These animals have infinite lessons to teach, if we are open to them...and I am trying to be open to them.

To see him run through the forest of Hecla Island, off leash...well it was something else. Such joy.

And then there is our old faithful, our Kenzie dog...that smile.

Long walks deserve long rests.

Oh how we love them.

my intrepid explorer

What a joy to walk the Cedar Bog trail this past weekend. Walking through the White Cedar portion felt like walking through a dream.

attached

For the first week, I tried really hard not to get too attached...you can guess how well that went. What a love.

chicken butt

scruff

It would seem that this small grumpy old man pup has crept his way into my heart and home. He was unplanned and I was unprepared, but what a joy. He is ten years old and I will love him for however long he will be here.

five loaves

In your own times of need, my prayer for you is friends who know exactly what you need in whatever way you need it.
Bread and Malabrigo, my own five loaves and two fishes. You were Christ to me this week, friend.
I have never been good at accepting gifts.
But I'm a fast learner.
Step one: put out your arms.

just some light...