A Bearded Collie's Favorite Time of Year

When it comes to the weather, the colder the better for a bearded collie, and Stella is no exception. I recall one below-freezing morning, Stella sought out the only spot of grass that was still in the shade and plopped down in that still-frosty patch.

So now she's waiting patiently for another day like this one, because sometimes those little frost patches just aren't enough!

In the meantime, she's pretty content to wander through the 'hood kicking up leaves and smelling critter stuff on these nice Fall days.

It's been five months now since Stella's surgery. So far, no sign of the bad stuff's return. We'll take that.

Life's good.

So, While She Was Off Galavanting . . .

While my mom was out doing who knows what and who knows where:

I was home holding down the fort. Although she worried endlessly about how I'd do for a couple of weeks without her, I did just fine, thank you very much. Julie came and stayed with me and we partied til the cats came home. Those dang cats. . . .

Glad she made it home safe and sound, though. This should be good for about twelve walks per day for at least a month!

It's a dog's life.

Stella

September Beach Trip

Lo and behold we made it to the beach last month and had a darn good time over there for several days. The weather was spectacular and Stella got to trot along her favorite beach, sniffing driftwood, eyeing seagulls, and rolling in the sand.

She did really well - old hips and all. If the weather holds into late October - and Stella, too - we're going to take another run over there for the weekend. According to Stella, there's just no such thing as too much beach time . . .

Time Traveler

She bounds out of the house and down the driveway like a puppy. I race to get out of the house and catch up with her as she gallops down the street.

She trots through the neighborhood like a teenager, slowing down just long enough to sniff a bush, a tree trunk, or a fence post to find out which of her buds has been there before her.

As we near the end of our walk, I wait on the corner as she slowly brings up the rear like the old lady she is. I love this dog.

Ya Gotta Love a Dog . . .