I was working in the office/studio today and
looked over to see my ancient one (14 years)
sleeping so peacefully and looking as white
as the sheet he slept on.
When I snapped his pic he opened
his eyes to peek at me. This little dog
came to us at 4 weeks after having been
dumped in a shelter and he weighed only
4 pounds. He only weighs about 25 now.
Faithful friend, his eyesight is going, he is
pretty deaf and he follows me around
as if I am the pied piper because I have become
his eyes and ears.
In our fenced yard he follows the dog route
carved out by the tread of 16 paws along the
fence line around the whole acre and a half
and marks his territory as many times as
is necessary. He can only leash walk every now
and again because he is a master puller and has
damaged the disks in his back, even though he
wore a sled dog harness for most of his life
to lessen the stress across his spine.
Being mostly blind and deaf does not deter his
hunting in the least and he is convinced that
the deer he smells is right around the next tree.
He is good at making
himself comfortable wherever
he finds the right spot.
This shot was taken only a couple of years
ago and you can see how much his coloring
has faded. He is my buddy and today I am
celebrating my ancient one Man Man.
I made a few more little houses today.
A little village if you will.
Around a little green.