This past week Charis managed something I have failed to do in the past ten years; get the dogs to pose for a portrait. So, I want to share this with all of you. These are the guys I’m always talking about. They’re old now, but old dogs have a special energy that I love. Older dogs are a true gift. So, in order of age, here they are.
This is Piper, a terrier cross, small of stature, but not in attitude. He’s the eldest at thirteen.
This handsome lad is Jokko, a Beagle/ Dachshund cross at twelve. J.O is a true inspiration, no matter how hard life knocks him down, he gets right back up again.
This is Bran at eleven. He’s a mixed breed of some sort and the sweetest natured dog I have ever known, but he can get into mischief. He adores small children and sings Klingon Opera if one goes by and he doesn’t get to meet them.
Last is Odie, at eleven. Odie, a black lab, was abused, shot in the face with buckshot and left for dead as a young dog. As you can see by the mischief in that one good eye, there’s lots of life left in this big guy. We call him Mr. Happy because his tail is always wagging.
So there you have it, my fur babies. They’ve been a handful over the years, but they’ve truly enriched our lives. Worth every moment.
Now for the ROW80 Check-in.
I’m patting myself on the back today because, in spite of a day lost in town, plus painting the kitchen, I did manage to hit my target. Ten thousand words on the third book in the Haunted Quest Series. Five books are planned and I am well on the way. Yay me.
Okay, that’s enough gloating. Book two hasn’t been seen by the editor yet, my celebration may be a bit premature. cringe.
So, next week’s target is the usual ten thousand words. Wish me luck.
Well, that’s it for me this week folks, drop by and say hello; I do love to hear from you.