Zzzzzzzz

A rare moment. I love to watch him sleep, snoring, whining, growling and chasing squirrels, feet running and tail wagging kind of sleep. A sleep that curls him up so tightly I feel like I could could pick him up and just plop him in my pocket, if he wasn't 90lbs that is.
There's something so satisfying knowing you've given your dog the kind of day, the kind of home, the kind of life that sets into place such a peaceful rest. Then doorbell rings...

joy

Coal LOVES the snow, he's a lab and of course loves the water too but he's different in the winter. He buries himself in it, he stands and absorbs it, he feels it all over. My husband mostly walks him now, I got out of the rhythm being away while caring for my Father and can't seem to find 'my' rhythm again.

When I look at these pictures at this time of year, I see joy, pure and simple. I look at these pictures and I crave what he feels, I miss being a part of it. I need to be a part of it again.

I want to get back to JOY, but starting is the hard part.

hound

Sometimes life is black and white...