I wanted to take my daily photo of Sydney, so I moved behind her with my camera. Slowly, she turned her head to catch a glimpse of what was going on.
When she saw it was me, she began to run in my direction. OK, run is a bad characterization. She gently walked in my direction and climbed onto my pajama pant leg.
It’s possible her eyesight is so poor she just kept walking until she hit an uphill barrier? I’m more inclined to think she wanted the companionship… and the back rub that comes with dog/human contact.
It was an “ohhhhh” moment. You know, something so genuinely sweet you have to say “ohhhhh.”
Earlier this morning, my friend Wendie sent this:
and don’t deny it.¹
The same sentiment has been passed along by a few other friends who’ve caught the photos. It’s just not so.
We loved Ivy more than you can imagine. And we loved having the companionship and love a dog brings. We just have no desire to take on the responsibility again.
It would be different if we could ‘institutionalize’ a dog so we could go on vacation or have a day in the city. We can’t.
So, we will continue in the ‘dog grandparent’ mode – taking in borders from time-to-time and loving every second.
¹ – A fund is being established for Wendie and everyone else who is capital letter challenged. We can work to find a cure.