May 27, 2015
I’ve had a request for a puppy post.
As many of you know, Cupid shot an arrow through my heart with the arrival of this innocent looking fur-ball just in time for Valentine’s Day.
She came with the name, Hope.
I admit, at times, like when half of my husband’s shoe disappeared, or when my just about to bloom hyacinths lay strewn about, I pronounced her misnamed.
“Hopeless, that’s what I’ll call you. Hope, for a scalawag like you, is a joke.”
But fortunately, she is smart. (a common ‘hope’ful phrase used to describe this puppy) As long as I catch her in the act, she never does the same naughty thing twice.
It turns out we have a lot in common.
She LOVES the blogging life. When she sees me with my camera, she races to the door.
Sometimes, she spots things I would have missed. . .
like this turtle at the edge of the pond.
She had never met a turtle before but bravely pursued it.
Figuring she would never catch it, I let her go.
With a great splash, she lunged forward and pulled out. . .
a giant snake!
I screamed; she barked. Imagine our relief when we realized it was just a long stick; I swear I heard that turtle chuckling.
Sometimes I sneak away to photograph like the professionals–
quietly lurking in the shadows, waiting for the photograph to come to me.
It works, but it’s tough to come home– somehow she knows.
She also LOVES vegetable gardening.
Let’s dig, she says, as dirt and seedlings fly through the air.
Thank goodness for fences.
Sometimes, she is actually helpful.
She startled this wood duck on the creek.
It flopped about in alarm making all kinds of ruckus.
I wondered why it didn’t fly until I saw this–
She also LOVES Chester– chased him atop the silo this evening. Fortunately, I have noticed she doesn’t seem intent on catching– just chasing.
And look at the photo that got me–
there is hope. 🙂
Goodnight, prairie folk. Sweet dreams.