This may not have been the summer to write home about
(did we even have summer here in the Pacific northwest?)
and it wasn't exactly a summer destined for the memoirs.
But it was bountiful, yes,
in its own way...
Our local 'Agility Gang' (do you like our name?) put on a small demonstration for the community
at the first annual Dog Promenade...
this is O, running her two year old border collie, directing him to take the tunnel.
O herself is eighty.
I hope to have one tenth of her tenacity when I am eighty...O, you're my hero!
We fit in quite a bit of exploring...
mysterious forts had shown up on the beaches
(did we even have summer here in the Pacific northwest?)
and it wasn't exactly a summer destined for the memoirs.
But it was bountiful, yes,
in its own way...
To say this summer had gone to the dawgs, well, that wouldn't mean what you might think...
literally, it was for my dawgs.
They'd waited out a long spring of inactivity,
they were deserving - my most loyal friends...hangin' with me through thick n' thin.
Being of four paws, they need to RUN. It's not an understatement to say they require it
and if they don't get it, we all go a bit nutso.
That is putting it mildly.
at the first annual Dog Promenade...
this is O, running her two year old border collie, directing him to take the tunnel.
O herself is eighty.
I hope to have one tenth of her tenacity when I am eighty...O, you're my hero!
This one went to her first 'Doggy Manners' class...
she was so fearful when she first came to live here, but now
she's learning that the world is not as scary as she thought and staying calm
feels pretty good.
I'm mighty proud of her ~ a smooch on yer sweet nose, black flash.
mysterious forts had shown up on the beaches
and that perennial question, "what if?" seemed to follow us everywhere.
This is a question about possibilities...
what if you ask this question whenever you think you can't do something?
Getting around is much trickier here in the summer...especially in August
when it seems like the whole world is on vacation except us.
We spend a lot of time waiting around in
looooong lines at the ferry terminal...
so I stitched me some long lines while waiting in the car...
and was treated to a few of these while in transit.
Most nights, I headed upstairs to this gabled corner where I worked late, late, late.
Dawgs slept. Baby great horned owls screeched. I cursed at tiny beads.
Do not be fooled by the seeming austerity of this view
because this is what my corner table really looked like...
a huge beadiful mess!
One big beady project consumed almost every night in August...
but all fingers functioned properly,
praise doG.
So now it's on to September...I hope I'll remember to run with it, make the best use of waiting
that I possibly can.
Make messes.
Kiss me some dawg faces.
