Good dog

When I met Linda, she had a sweet collie named Shiva. No longer a pup, Shiva’s health failed. We did what we could, said goodbye, and let her go where good dogs go. In time, the notion of a puppy came to us. At a rundown farm we found Dottie … nigh on feral but with the makings of “Good Dog!” We remain patient with Dottie’s zipping about … chewing things … barking … running around … jumping up on us and on anyone who dares visit. Dottie is inquisitive and loving … she delights in life … and helps me see that I should delight also.

Photo by Brixiv