Near the Keystone ski area there is a tree stump that has turned into a dog memorial. Someone decided to nail their dog's name tag to that stump, and others followed, and now the stump is overflowing with tags, photos and other memorabilia. I love how much those dogs were loved. Henrietta must have been a very good dog.
I didn't want to get our current dog. I wasn't ready to love again after losing our last one. That was a couple of years ago, though, and we've accepted each other.
She always wants to get other dogs to run full speed with her -- first one leading, then the other. You know, the zoomies. I've taken to saying to the other dog's people that it's a Zoom Conference, and everyone kind of likes that.
I both enjoy and also resent how much our dogs define us—how often strangers make assumptions about us based on them, even though they are their own creatures with their own personalities not nearly shaped, in their entirety, by the humans they live with. Sometimes it’s beautiful. Other times the stigma of “your dog is your mirror” feels so defeating.
Love this post! I grew up in a small village near the arctic circle and most of the village dogs were hunting dogs. How we loved them all! My favourite Roy got shot in the head because someone out hunting thought he was a wolf. I was eight and cried so much, still miss him more than 50 years later and I have the most beautiful picture of him resting on a mountain side looking down a valley. He was a norwegian elk dog.
Oh Dash, my humpy little (big) guy. I think the time Snoots got trapped in the basement rafters and I had to rescue him was the same time I was hazed into the local dog culture with a humpty hump from Dash 🩵
Near the Keystone ski area there is a tree stump that has turned into a dog memorial. Someone decided to nail their dog's name tag to that stump, and others followed, and now the stump is overflowing with tags, photos and other memorabilia. I love how much those dogs were loved. Henrietta must have been a very good dog.
Omg that’s so beautiful 😭😭😭
Dogs totally do make strangers legible. Although I’m guilty of still only knowing the dogs’ names quite often in my neighborhood 😂
Listen, sometimes they're the best neighbors.
Same. Then making the connection in some other context- “wait, are you Banjo’s dad?” Etc! Dogs are the best.
Yes!!
I didn't want to get our current dog. I wasn't ready to love again after losing our last one. That was a couple of years ago, though, and we've accepted each other.
She always wants to get other dogs to run full speed with her -- first one leading, then the other. You know, the zoomies. I've taken to saying to the other dog's people that it's a Zoom Conference, and everyone kind of likes that.
lol I can see why
I both enjoy and also resent how much our dogs define us—how often strangers make assumptions about us based on them, even though they are their own creatures with their own personalities not nearly shaped, in their entirety, by the humans they live with. Sometimes it’s beautiful. Other times the stigma of “your dog is your mirror” feels so defeating.
Jibs eats shit and humps toddlers so one can only hope people spare me that judgment lol
This one really tugged my heartstrings.
Love this post! I grew up in a small village near the arctic circle and most of the village dogs were hunting dogs. How we loved them all! My favourite Roy got shot in the head because someone out hunting thought he was a wolf. I was eight and cried so much, still miss him more than 50 years later and I have the most beautiful picture of him resting on a mountain side looking down a valley. He was a norwegian elk dog.
They really stick with us. Sounds like a majestic companion.
Those pictures!
Oh Dash, my humpy little (big) guy. I think the time Snoots got trapped in the basement rafters and I had to rescue him was the same time I was hazed into the local dog culture with a humpty hump from Dash 🩵
Lol, the best intro to two total maniacs.
My cats think they're dogs
https://photos.app.goo.gl/gVcnf6KCUM1skBHM6
Very sweet!