Monday, August 23, 2010

Two-Hundred and Thirty-Five. Good-Bye, My Sweet Friend.

You were my boy, my friend, my dog, and I love you.
I will miss how you used to hop when you ran.
I will miss how you would sit and shake paws.
I will miss how you would bark as I would come and leave.
I will miss how you and I would have adventures on our walks.
I will miss how you knew I was near, even when you could not see or hear me.
I will miss how you would bury and dig with your nose.
I will miss how you would rub your snout on the ground.
I will miss all of these things, but most of all I will miss you.
Until we meet again; run free, chase toads, sniff until you can't sniff any more...and wait for me.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Friday, August 20, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Two-Hundred and Thirty. The Forest for the Trees.

This area is along a stretch of highway near my family's acreage. It seems so plain and tree-y as you are driving by, but when you actually stop and take a look it's rather amazing.

Two-Hundred and Twenty-Nine. How He Says Goodbye.

Scoot is such a good boy. Whenever I come home he runs outside to the fence line and is all smiles and wags. But when I leave he gets this particular look on his face as if to say "Please don't go". He never wags or smiles when he knows I'm leaving, even when I try to get him to.

Two-Hundred and Twenty-Eight. The Tail's Tale.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Monday, August 2, 2010