Day after Labor day and we celebrated with long walk, sitting on patio and eating dog bone-shaped ice cubes.
Tony will be with us almost a year. Each day I reflect ....... am I too boring? Would another family be better for Tony? I look at his face - do i see happiness? At least the dog version of happy. I would love to know what his life was like before. Did his family tell him he was a "good dog" or did they just put him in his crate? I've discovered that he LOVES to sit on the patio's lounge chair. He looks so content - did he do this before?
Molly always seemed to look for her people. It took a long time before she would relax with me and stop searching for them - it was heart breaking.
Tony on the other hand doesn't look in the distance. He walks right next to me. He revels in the food I serve. He protects me. Does that mean my home is a better fit for him? Or that he is given more freedom to be himself?
It is a mystery.
